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KAYLA REMAINED HOME FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. Her parents yelling at her as soon as she walked in the door, but she couldn't be completely mad considering she left without telling them.
Kayla sat in her room bored out of her mind. She sat at her window, admiring the view. Her eyes scanned the ocean, but quickly went to look over the ginormous houses that sat next to hers. The Pierce's were never rich. In Australia they lived in a tiny shack by the ocean. But, when they moved, they all of a sudden had enough money to live on the rich side of the island. Kayla had down her research on the Outer Banks before she came if you couldn't tell.
Eventually, the girl fell asleep to the sound of the news announcing Hurricane Agatha. The girls room was quite empty, the movers hadn't gotten there yet. All there was in the empty box was a mattress on the floor and a suitcase that was zipped up and leaning on the wall. The walls were a cream color with trimming on both the top and bottom of the wall. One walls was covered with windows and a door in the middle. The white door led out to a marble balcony that had a marble railing also. The balcony gave a beautiful view of the front lawn and the entire neighbor hood and ocean.
The entire house had hints of marble showing up every once in a while. The kitchen held the most marble out of the whole house.
Not one light was lit up in the mansion. Not one sound either, other than the faint snores coming from the father of the Pierce family. The entire house seemed dead with nothing living in it. The silence was dreadful to the human ear. But, no one would ever hear it.
The next day ————————————————————
THERE KAYLA PIERCE STOOD PEERING OUT INTO THE OCEAN. Her toes curling in the sand, her fingers tapping the board. The teen girls hair blew in the wind as the hurricane was making the island seem a lot crazier than it was. Kayla's brown eyes danced over the crashing waves. The roughness seemed to satisfy her for some reason.
Kayla started walking towards the ocean, but looked back as she heard a voice. "Hey! Can we join you orr..." Kayla snapped her head back as she saw two familiar boys. The ones from the beach. The girl smirked at the two before answering his question. "If your able to handle it, be my guest!" She yelled over the loud crashing and wind.
The boy with long brown hair looked at the dark skinned male in approval. The boy gave the brunette a look before speaking up. "Those aren't surfable waves, bro." He exclaimed, but the brunette just responded in laughter. He slapped the raven haired boy on the chest . "Says who!" Kayla smiled at him as he ran down next to her. "John B." The brunette introduced himself as he ran past her. Kayla looked back to the other boy. "Pope!" He yelled so she could hear.
