Noticed Only By Him

Chapter 5: A New Day

Chapter Five~

Jillian's POV

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A new day. When I first woke up, I almost thought I had dreamt yesterday up, until I realized it was already April first and we got here March thirtieth. I concluded that either I wasn't dreaming or I slept through an entire day.

Unfortunately I don't think I could sleep though an entire day if my life depended on it. I'd go crazy from not doing anything. It must have all been real

After a quick shower, I blow dried my wavy auburn hair and applied a light amount of eyeliner and mascara to my eyes. I slipped on a pair of blue leggings and a flower print blouse. No more white for me. After yesterday's humiliating incident with the pink iced tea, I don't think I'll be wearing white for the next 20 years or so.

When I checked the bandaging on my arm, I noticed that it was surprisingly almost healed up, a scab already formed around the gruesome stitches. Whatever medicine Logan put on it was really helping.

I heard a knock on the door and went to go answer it.

“Room service!”

Yup that's right. Pre-ordered breakfast room service for me from now on. No more street cafés. Just another one of my resolutions for the duration of this trip.

While munching on my cream cheese bagel my mind drifted back to Logan.

No one has ever given me a second glance before. My own parents constantly forget that they have a daughter. But this Logan guy he, he looked at me as if I were another person, stopped to make sure I was okay, took me to his house when I past out on the streets. Why him? I pondered this for the next fifteen minutes or so.

I secretly hoped that I’d run into him again. But that could never happen if I stayed sitting on my ass in this hotel room all day.

I put on my bikini under my clothes and after grabbing my beach bag and sunglasses off the table, I headed on out to the beach, once again.

It was a windy day on Pompano beach but the skies were blue and the sun was out. Not a cloud in the sky.

When I reached the end of the sidewalk and beginning of the beach, I bent down and took off my sandals and hooked my fingers through the straps as I made my way towards the salty blue mass of water they call the Atlantic Ocean.

A few steps in, I could already taste the salt on my lips, feel the sand between my toes and sense the wind blow through my hair as I walked on. The serene feeling was breathtaking and if I could freeze the moment and relive it again and again, I would.

After finding a place to make camp about twenty meters from the shore, I placed my towel on the sand and lied down in my new bikini, exposing my skin to the warm sun's rays.

Grabbing my poetry book out of my beach bag, I opened it up an began to write:

Nobody notices me where I walk,  

Nobody notices me when I breathe.  

Nobody gives a damn how I feel,  

Are they the nobodies, or me?

With this thought etched in my mind, I closed the notebook, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

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"Hey lobster face!" an annoying voice woke me from my nap.

I turned my head to the side to see who it was and found myself looking at a wide-grinning Logan, trying to hold in his laughter.