Runaway ✧ w. stromberg

To Beach or not to Beach

Chapter 2

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.:.Althea's POV.:.

I woke up the next morning with as much energy as a 6 year-old after a day at Disneyland.

I literally felt so tired that I could not get straight out of bed. Laying there lazily, I reached for my phone on the night stand, just barely in reach. I scooted up a bit and once in hand, I unlocked the screen.

I pulled up my messages and shot a text to Emmy.

*Hey, thanks again for letting me stay here. I totes owe u! :) Let's hang out later?*

I locked my phone and threw it aside. I shut my eyes for what seemed like hours when in reality it was only about fifteen minutes. I sighed as I couldn't get myself to fall asleep again. I glanced at the clock.

"Only 7:38 am. What am I supposed to do all day?" I said to myself. It's kind of a shame. On a beautiful California day like this, I had no plans to do anything. It literally was a waste of a day to do absolutely nothing.

But then the idea came to me.

What is a girl to do in the beautiful state of Cali?

My answer came to me to me as my eyes searched the room, setting upon my luggage in the corner of the room. The contents were slightly disarray from shuffling through to find my pjs the previous night, my bikini hanging out of the zipper of the bag.

"Perfect." I grinned as I shot up from my laying position I'd been in a minute ago. I stretched my arms up above me before I finally made it out of my bed.

"Well, never thought this would happen today." I said realizing I had the whole day to do as I pleased.

I stripped of my clothing and threw on the bikini and put some high waisted pink shorts and a white cropped tank. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I jumped at the mess of hair on top of my head. It was a complete tangled mess. I ran through my hair with a brush, wincing as it kept getting caught in the tangles. I topped it into a messy bun and as soon as I was satisfied with how I looked, I grabbed my black and white Vans from the doorway and my skate board and walked into the salty fresh air.

Today was going to be a good day. I could feel it.

As soon as I got to the beach, I stopped at the sidewalk. I picked up my board and walked close to the shore, but not close enough for the water to reach my spot. I set it on the sand, and took a seat on it. The warmth of the morning sun kissed my skin. I leaned back, my hands pressed down in the sand behind me. I took in the scenery, the scent, the sounds.

It was seriously amazing. The horizon turning from an orange to blue as the sun was still rising.

The ocean breeze smelled of nothing back home. One thing I still had yet to grow accustomed to. But it was okay, because this was where I would make my new home and become a new me, not who I was.

The sound of seagulls in the distance, the birds chirping, it was all so calming to me, though some would object. Eventually, the sound of wheels hitting each crease on the sidewalk slowly became more audible and then it came to a stop.

I got up from the sand and picked up my skateboard. I debated on weather to skate or stay on the beach, but I eventually gave in to the beautiful weather and decided to to just walk the shore. The water splashed as it flowed back and forth.

I 'd been walked down the shoreline for about an hour and started to get a little bit thirsty. The salty air was very dry and it didn't help that I'd been out in the sun for a while now.