Tonight was one of those god forsaken nights where I felt like shutting everybody out and just sleep. Although, I seem to lack attention from my parents, I can sense their pity. I don't pay no mind to it, though considering they lecture me almost every night to 'get out of bed and plan a future.' Give a break. Their future was for mom to drop out of high school because she got pregnant with me, and my dad being a ignorant asshole who fucks his receptionists all the time. They act like they care.
Newsflash. They don't.
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I put on my flip flops, and left the house with nothing on but a baseball tee that my uncle gave me for my seventeenth birthday, and a pair of blue jeans. Mom called after me. I didn't stop walking. I ran out of the house, closed the door and automatically felt the humidity of Florida. It had just stopped raining about a couple hours ago. Now it was nothing but fog and sticky heat.
I made my way down the path I take every night at this time to the beach that was close by my town. Small town really. Small enough to make kids around here nothing but bored with their miserable lives. Some of us go to the beach to clear our minds with the sounds of the crashing waves and gawking of the pretty seagulls, and some spend time in their basement shooting themselves up with drugs. I choose to spend time at the beach.
Pretty sure I've been the only one around here that comes to this beach this late on a school night. I haven't seen anyone around here in ages. No complaints or anything considering I come here to be alone, but it would be nice to see a stranger enjoying nothing but the silence of them self and listening to the collapsing waves. But I haven't seen that in months.
That must be why I call this place, 'The Forgotten Beach.'
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seashells - l.h
Fanfiction'in which a lonely soul meets another on the same bench by the shore every night at midnight' xx.a
