Beach Police

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Recap:

She's jumping up and down now. "Okay, seriously, are you on drugs or on a sugar rush?" I asked her jokingly. 

She giggled. "Neither! But guess what, I've found a way to help you financially without you having to feel guilty for borrowing from me."

I looked at her, confused.

"Okay, don't get mad but I made a few phone calls and talked to my connections. And there's actually a director who seemed interested with your story! Annndddd, they are willing to give big bucks in exchange for it."

My eyes nearly bulged out of its sockets. "WHAAT? Sell my life story?"

Continuation:

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as it sounds! Besides, you need the money, right? With the money that you can get from here you’ll be able to pay your dues to the bank so you won’t lose this place. Plus, you can renovate a few parts of the cabin.”, she explained.

“What? How did this even happen? Sure, I want to improve and save the place, but selling my story? I don’t know.” I said, hesitant to the idea.

“It actually started when I went back to New York to pack my things for this vacation. I had to stop by at the station first to ask for a week’s time leave from work. Of course, my boss was curious as well as my other co-workers about my reason. I told them that I wasn’t sure if I was happy with my job anymore. I also accidentally told them about you saving me that night and they really took an interest in you. That’s when I first had the idea of suggesting your story to a few of my director friends. I called them after dinner to check who is sure to buy the story and the highest offer is 10,000 bucks from my high school friend named Shiela.” She said with a smile.

“I don’t know what to say… Thank you for thinking about me and saving this place but I don’t think my story is that interesting. They’d just be disappointed.”

Besides, I don’t even know the whole story of my life.

“Also, my memory doesn’t extend from 5 years ago when Grams found me. I only know a little from my childhood based on the few pictures given to me by Grams.”, I added.

“Oh you don’t have to give them detailed narration of your story, just the gist. I’m sure they will understand. Besides, we will be making adjustments in your story. Just tell us the main events, like an awarding or what your childhood was like, and we’ll take it from there. It’s our job to make your story interesting. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not really sure it’s a good idea.”, I said, convincing myself that it’s a bad idea.

“Just think about it. We’ll keep your identity confidential if you want…And-I-also-kinda-asked-them-already-to-come-tomorrow.” She said the last part so fast I wasn’t sure if I heard it right.

“WHAT? What if I didn’t agree?” Ugh. I’m becoming more stressed by the minute. “I think you should take a leave for the night. It’s already midnight anyway.”

“Okay. Good night.”, she said sadly like a child who just discovered Santa Claus is not real.

“Excuse me, the faucet in our bathroom is still broken. When will it be fixed?”, a customer approached me.

“Just a minute. I’ll check on it. Just tell me your room number.”

“Grams, I think we need to call the plumber already. The faucet in room number 7 is broken and the pipes in the kitchen are leaking. I’m not sure how to fix them anymore.”

She sighed, “Dear, please try to look at the faucet in the room first and see if you can do anything about it. We don’t really have the money for a plumber right now. The bills just arrived. The electricity company already sent a disconnection notice so if we are not able to pay by the end of the month, we will be living in the dark.”

“Why don’t you take the money from my college fund first?”

“No dear, I won’t take money from your savings. You earned that from hard work and that’s your only chance at studying.”

“I can always just earn it again. Or delay going to college for another year.”

“No, keep it. That’s the end of this discussion.”, she replied firmly.

I smiled sadly at her.

 I noticed Vanessa entering the door after taking a stroll in the beach by the shore so I approached her.

“Van, the help you were offering, I’ll take it. I think we really need the money.”

She grinned, “Okay. Well, get ready. I’ll take you to Shiela in a few minutes. She just arrived at the island when I last talked to her, a few minutes ago. I’ll tell her to spend the night here. I’ll fetch her from the deck.”

“Oh and dress something nice.”, she said before reaching for the door.

I explained the situation to Grams and she seemed reluctant at first but agreed after I assured her that it’s alright with me.

She made me wear a blue-green halter summer dress that goes to my knees, the cloth flaunting my slim body and the color accentuating my perfect natural tan. I’m not a narcissist. I just know that I have looks, I just don’t dwell on it much. I brushed my dark brown hair, it’s a bit dry, maybe from too much swim in the sea but it’s wavy, no need for styling irons to achieve the sexy beach wave hair. Lastly, I put on my strappy sandals and finished my look with a lip balm.

After dressing up, I went downstairs, just in time to see Vanessa and a woman who I suppose is Shiela enter the restaurant.”

They both looked up to me. The Shiela girl seemed to be scrutinizing every detail of me. It must have taken a whole minute before she diverted her attention to Vanessa.

“You were right. She’s gorgeous. I’m impressed.”, Shiela said.

We discussed everything over lunch and then the time finally came.

“So now, tell me your story, Ashley Quinn.” Shiela said.

Oh well, here goes nothing.