Crazy Scary Lives

Crazy Scary Lives: Chapter 2

    Bethany Martin sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Honey, will you take this to your room?" her mom asked her, coming out of the moving truck with a box.

"Sure mom." Bethany said, taking the box and going into her new house. She began walking up the steps, and walked into her new room. She sat the box down, and went to look out her window. She had a perfect view of the ocean.

     She was moving from Maine, because of her dad's job transfer. She wasn’t very happy about the move. She felt out of place with all these beachy Hollister Abercrombie kids. Sure, she had money, a good bit of it actually, but she didn't flaunt it like these kids obviously did. She was going to be a senior this year, and wasn’t exactly dreading the start of school. She had plenty of friends in Maine; the whole school, actually. She was the girl at her school; most popular.

    It was easy for her to make friends. With her awesome personality people couldn’t resist her. And her good looks didn't hurt either. She had dark brown hair that fell in curls to the center of her back. Her green eyes were always shining and were as clear as a bright green leaf. She had peachy skin that tanned well, and a slender, well built body. So of course she had many dates back home.

    She was quite a lovely person. Her default was smiling, friendly, flirty, and outgoing. She was really witty and quite smart. She had a good perception of thing. If someone or something made her mad, she could get quite angry. She will stand up for herself, and she can be a b. But everyone can. And everyone has her flaws.

    Bethany was quite glad to get out of Maine, actually. She was delighted to leave it all behind, get away from the memories. Her sister died four years ago. She was murdered. It was quite brutal, and the cops never knew who did it. There wasn’t a trace of evidence. Her sister was sixteen when she died. She had it all; she was head cheerleader, was dating the quarterback, had the unconditional love of everyone. She was three years older than Bethany, and they were pretty close. But Bethany kept herself together. All she had left of Nicole was a Tiffany necklace with a delicate pink diamond in the shape of a heart hanging down.

    Bethany smiled slightly at the waves, and then began to unpack her things. They'd been unpacking since eleven that morning, so most all her things were in her new room. She'd even flirted one of the young movers into arranging her furniture for her, so all she had to do was put things away and set them up. She began putting her clothes in her cream colored dresser.

    She was filling the last drawer when she heard voices outside her open window. She walked over to it and looked down to see who was talking. Her room was on the backside of the house, so it faced a little paved walking path, then beyond that was a road, and then the sand and ocean. Two guys in their swimming trunks were walking down the walking path. She studied them and raised her eyebrows. One of them had reddish brown hair that was curly, and a pretty good body. The other was the one who stunned her. He had dark brown hair that was slightly wavy and wet. He had a ripped body: a six pack and beautifully sculpted arms and legs. She could tell he would be even hotter is she could see his face.

    They were coming from the beach, obviously and talking about some girl, Bethany thought.

"So you taking Margaret to the party tonight?" the reddish brown hair asked the other guy.

"Naw. She said she's getting a ride from my sister. I don’t even think we'll go on a date." The hot one said. Yes! Bethany thought. Whoever this girl, Margaret, was, the hot one was not interested.

Dude! Matt! You just made out with her at the beach! You call that nothing?" the guy said.

The hot one, Matt, said, "You know Margaret doesn’t really do that." then he smiled a beautiful smile, Bethany thought. "Besides, why are you worried about Margaret? Lucie's the one making faces at you. I don’t see why you'd like her though." Matt finished a little protectively. She was either his ex who he still liked, or his sister. The other boy seemed to roll his eyes but blush a bit.