❝ WHY THE HELL ARE THEY
ALWAYS SHOOTING AT
US? ❞
❝ I DON'T KNOW, BUT YOU
KNOW THE SAYING,
WHATEVER LIFE THROWS AT
YOU JUST DUCK AND LET IT
HIT ANOTHER PERSON. ❞
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If you would've asked Robin how her year would go, she would've replied with: "fucking amazing". She imagined herself exceeding in school, going to the Outer Banks in the breaks to meet her cousin and her friends, winning tennis matches one by one and maybe even being able to go to the state championship. She even imagined winning the huge trophy so she can wave it in the eyes of everyone who ever doubted her as a big F you.
What Robin didn't expect was her sitting on the ferry at the end of May to stay with her cousins in the OBX for who knows how long.
Maybe even forever.
Robin still didn't understand what happened. The brown haired girl was in denial of the disappearance of her parents, the little girl in her still believed that they were just on a small buisness trip. However that was not the case this time.
A few weeks before, Robin and her parents were at home where nothing seemed out of the ordinary. They were eating dinner together, laughing with eachother at stupid jokes and her father starting a food war by the end of it. Everything was going fine until Robin decided to go to bed, due to her having school the next day and needing to finish her homework at a rapid pace. Not like she cared, she just didn't want another F next to her other grades.
The dark haired girl did her usual night-time ritual and after getting mad at the math assignment, which she almost teared in half, she finally managed to crawl into her beloved covers. For some reason she felt much more tired that night so she fell asleep as quickly as her head touched her pillow and she did not wake up until the very next morning.
Robin opened her eyes groggily only to shut them again due to the sun shining straight into her eyes. After laying there for another few minutes she sat up, stretching her arms high up into the air, hoping to ease the pain in them. The teenager finally stood up and waddled her way out of her room so she could go downstairs where she imagined her parents would already be at. Her feet glided down the stairs in a hurry and she was already imagining the smell of her mothers lovely coffee.
