hey. It's me again. The vacations go on and on. The last one I cannot wait to tell you, though it happened after summer break.
The beach.
First vacation.
I'm leaving out the drama of the family situation of the extra two days we took but here goes.
Day one.
We packed everything the weekend before I went to my moms. I switch on Fridays so I have a week at each parents house at a time. That's an important detail. Remember that.
A/N I just got the thought that not many people actually care about reading some story about some useless girl's life who is a complete stranger. I'm basically writing this for myself. I don't know why but it helps. and if you like tøp, Tyler said that writing journals helps him sometimes so I thought I'd do the same, with a twist.
I'm sorry.
I don't know why but I'm sorry.
Sorry is not only a feeling but also directed towards other people.
But I am sorry as in the emotion.
If that makes sense.
(Incorrect grammar idc)
Life is hard.
And I am sorry.
And emotional.
Personal rant over back to the story of my life.
So it was the Friday I was coming back to my dads. Everything was packed in the car and we were leaving at 3:00, when My brother and I arrived on the agreed time according to the parenting plan.
We left.
Long drive.
Twenty one pilots music blasting in my headphones.
*hours time skip*
We're here.
We wait for a while until we can get on the thirty minute ferry drive to get to the private island (not to brag I'm sorry) and we made it over.
Waiting for another long period of time for the golf cart guy to take us to our house.
We made it.
I went straight to my room.
It was PERFECT.
Three beds in my room and a personal bathroom.
I slept on the double bed.
There was a twin and a bunk bed with a double on the bottom and a twin on top.
I slept in the double the whole week.
Anyways,
The memories keep me alive.
So we get there and I go to my perfect room.
We went to the grocery store on the island and picked up a few things and went to a delicious restaurant and then we finally got to go to the beach.
We walked along the shore.
I plugged in my headphones and listened to taxicab by twenty one pilots.
They're a big part of this story and my life.
It was magical. The shore glistening with sea bubbles, the sky a sparkling pink, and the ocean a blue
that is indescribable.
I walked.
As if I were in a March to the sea and finally made it.
We found shells and treasures and made it back to the beach house.
I went up to my room, it was getting late.
I showered and got in my pajamas.
Ask me how I remember every detail I don't know but it was a time to remember and I cherished it all.
I lied down in my bed and plugged in my phone.
I played oh ms. believer by, believe it or not, Twenty one Pilots.
I listened to it every night that week.
I couldn't sleep very well. I was scared every night. Music was the only thing that helped.
I cried some nights though I had a great time.
Nights were scary.
The beach was great. There was a thunderstorm late one night and we sat on the porch and watched the huge cracks of lightning flash across the deep blue sky.
Another time I found a conch shell the size of my hand. It was unbroken which was the cool part. I still have it. The whole week I cherished my own bathroom, it was great.
I had a fun time.
One moment stuck out to me, though.
I was getting a shower late one night and me and my brother Carson were the only two in the house.
I sang taxi cab by, of course, Twenty one Pilots, as loud as I could. Singing is something I hide. I only sing in the shower or when I'm home by myself.
Usually I belt each note and each word whether I sound good or not. I know it sounds dramatic but it's a passion.
So I sang it really loud. The song was on repeat so I probably sang it for a half hour. The last time it was really really loud.
The feeling that song gives me is indescribable.
I walked downstairs and my brother said he heard me singing. He didn't necessarily say whether it was good or not, but I was happy nonetheless. I showed him my secret and now I'm showing more people and i couldn't be more proud.
