Oblivion \\ L.H

1 - Chemical Attraction

MARION VAN DE BERG - NEW YORK CITY , NEW YORK

~~ and there's no remedy for memory ~~

My feelings were drowning in hatred and venom. All my overflowing brain could think about was going back to school. A lot had happened this summer and nearly all of the events were distasteful , leaving me earning for something to look forward to but there was nothing to make me feel alive again. They say every summer has a story ; this summer was just a story I was looking forward to bury.

 I walked up to my beach house , trying to dry my hair with a wet towel. I hated the feeling I got after going to the beach which was mainly having sand grains stuck to my wet foot. I slowly sat at the steps infront of our beach house , every muscle in my body being clenched.

 Another sunny day at The Hamptons had came to an end. This place was filled with childhood memories and even though I cherished every single one of them , I was slowly getting bored of this place. More precisely , of the state of New York.  

The waves were crashing onto the shore and I looked at Kara and Holland who still decided to swim in the water a bit more. The ocean just really freaked me out and I stayed in the shallow end most of the time , which usually did make me cut back from the fun a bit. But to be honest , the more I looked at Kara and Holland , I couldn't stop but imagine a deadly shark come from underneath the water and rip their bodies in half. Okay , I know that was a bit repulsive but that was the transparant thoughts in my mind.

They were having so much fun and I couldn't help but be jealous. Yes , they were my friends but I was holding onto somethings which couldn't let me live freely.

Kara ; with her sandy blonde hair and athletic body made me envy every single German girl out there. Her family had this unexplainable love for New York and they came to the Hamptons every single summer. Even I don't know why they came here even though France is a border country of Germany. Kara was a rather weird girl and lived life so differently ; trust me , every one would spite their own life. 

Holland on the other side was your typical American sweetheart. She's the captain of the cheerleading team , she's beyond beautiful and has a very symmetrical modelesque face. Always styling her long golden hair (even though she did have brown roots) the same way and always painting her eyes "smokey". She was old-school , blasting The Killers through her stereo that she took nearly everywhere. She was a beautiful soul that came to the Hamptons from North Dakota and I get that because they don't have a lot of sun there.

"On the back of a hurricane that started turning when you were young!" I heard Holland yell  from the top of her lungs , waves hitting her and Kara. I smiled to myself , slowly getting up from where I was sitting. I ached so much , I did want to go back to hang out with them since this was going to be the last time we saw each other for another 9 months. I forced myself to turn my back to the beach and walk up the stairs. My long brown hair which was still wet which annoyed me so much , i just wanted to chop it all off.

Being from New York City has its perks but it also had its down sides. People mostly think it's like Gossip Girl but there are some normal folks who live there aswell. Life in the glamour was kind of tense. I always felt in the spotlight , always some sort of pressure on me. Espcially on me because I was a daughter of a fraud.

'Dad , what's for dinner.' I put on my beach cover-up still dripping wet. I felt drops of water run all over my body and I just wanted to dry up soon but I didn't see any towels.

'I was thinking about some oven pasta?' Dad said , the kitchen a mess. Flour was on the counter and a cooking show was open on his Ipad. The floor was actually clean which surprised me. I finally looked up to my dad and I could see that he was really trying his best. His slight grey hair had come over his forehead and his green lacoste was stained by something that looked like cherries.