A Beach and a Girl

A tremendous silence echoed across the room. The weight of everyone's stares rested on my shoulders. I continued to look at Laura, her betrayal sat heavy on my chest. The only thought that repeated in my head was 'How could you do this to me?'. Laura's pale eyes reflected pity and regret, but if she bore regret she wouldn't have done what she did in the first place.

Soon it became to much. The room was claustrophobic, I needed to leave. Without giving a second glance to the other six teenagers in the room, I left, closing the door with a loud thud. I pushed back the tears that threatened to fall. They didn't deserve to see that. I didn't deserve to see that.

Once I was outside I stopped to breathe in the warm air. I lived in Brighton, which is located by the sea and often becomes a tourist hotspot in the summer. Though to be honest I loved it all year round.

I glanced in the window of the theatre I had just escaped from. My cheeks were a flaming red, either from embarrassment or the mild heat. I unfortunately inherited my red cheeks from my mother's side of the family

I sighed, running my hand through my red hair. Which I had also inherited from my mother. I glanced at my reflection in the widow pane for a moment longer, then I began running.

I wasn't much of a runner but it was then I understood why people loved it so much. It rid your mind of all thoughts, the sound of your feet hitting the tarmac and your heart pulsing in your ears was all that could consume you. It focused your thoughts and in that moment I loved it.

Soon the beach came into focus. I ran onto the beach, letting my feet sink into the yellow sand, it's small particles falling into my shoes, but I didn't mind. I came to the shoreline, my eyes landing on the waves which lapped over each other gently. I let out a large breath, the smell of salt water invaded my nostrils, calming me. It reminded me of happiness.

I managed to keep my thoughts at bay for a few minutes, only the sound of the sea and the sun revolved around me. But it was only so long I could fool myself that nothing happened.

So I guess we should get to the story, shouldn't we? Well in summary, I basically trusted the wrong person with the wrong secret. To be honest thought, it wasn't a secret. It was a fact. But it was the way she turned that fact into something to be ashamed of. It all started three days ago, on the last day of school.

"Kaya! We're done, we're actually finished!" Laura screamed in my ear, causing me to wince, but I also couldn't contain my excitement.

"I know, oh my God," I said, bouncing up and down with giddiness.

"We have to celebrate tonight, you and me! A total girls night, we can talk about One Direction and shit like that." she rambled, clutching my hand in hers.

"You don't even like One Direction," I chuckled, failing to keep the smile off my face, "in fact yesterday I'm pretty sure you said, and I quote, 'Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles could sing better than they can,"

"Hey," she laughed, punching me lightly in the arm, "I can have a change of heart and plus that's not the point. The point is we're having a cliche sleepover tonight, just the two of us."