My Blue Secret

Chapter One - Shapes

"ASSHOLE" I scream to the driver of the car racing round the corner, that was three inches from running me over. "God' I say angerly, throwing my hands up in the air. That will differently be one of the thing's I won't miss this summer. But that's what you get when you live in the bloody city with crazy drivers, driving around the streets. I bet you anything they drive around just looking for someway to cause an accident. Then again it would be just my luck to be killed before I get a chance to leave this god forbidden city. I pick up my suit case stitting next to me on the side walk and put in the car, that's iddleing just a couple of cars down, then hop in myself. Like literally hopped-in like some child being told they were going to Disney world for the day, but I blame that on my excitement of leaving. I look to the front set and see Mum and dad talking while my best friend tuna sits next to me in his little doggie seat, with his swished up face out the window.

"All set?" Dad asks me all cheripy for some reason. Its actually quite weird and scary to be honest, two days ago both mum and dad came home from work all happy and excited. Like they won the lottery or something. Most kids would just go with it, and be happy their not on their bad side. But them being normaly serious all the time to overjoyed, did get me asking internal questions. Then again as long as no one died............Or been abducted by aliens.

"All good" I reply. It had been the longest school year in history . . . But now it's finally summer break. Thank god. After a week of begging and moaning I managed to convince Mum and Dad to go to the seaside cottage at Coast Isle this year. Maybe they only said yes becsuse they were in such a good mood. We used to come here every holiday in the spring and summer, and even on occasional weekends during the school terms. It was pretty much my second home. But as I got older, we came less and less. It's been about five years. Since then, and a lot has changed.
The little cottage has been in our family forever. Grampa left it for Mum in his will when he died ten years ago, because my grandmother left it to him. It's a nice break coming here, away from the rushing and lights and junk of the city, and the bloody drivers. Mum and Dad are part of some big city company (supposedly architecture, but I've never been to their workplace on bring-you-kid-to-work day) that probably just wastes electricity, pollutes the environment and receives a lot of phone calls and meetings. Even so, nothing ever seems to change. I don't see new buildings or anything.
They're both busy, like all the time, saying and doing so much that doesn't affect a thing. So I'm left alone a lot to do pretty much whatever I want. Back at home, I don't have any close friends . . . or any friends at all, really. I just scowled darkly when Mum offered for me to take a friend to the cottage on the offhand chance I had developed normality. Not likely.
I'm a loner by heart, and that doesn't bother me. Neither does it bother those who walk straight through me in the crowded hallways, like I don't exist at all. I end up chilling with my pug Tuna most afternoons. A book in one hand, the other stroking his soft fur. He is just the sweetest thing that ever walked this earth. And my best friend.
Which kind of reminds me of that Will Smith movie where everyone has turned into zombies or mutants or something. And all he has left is that German Shepherd as his only friend. But of course in my world the apocalypse hasn't happened. Yet. . . People steer away from me automatically; to them I'm a geek, a freak. I think I'm relatively normal on the exterior, but people look behind the casuals these days. Not to mention how no one's ever has given me a chance, but they all look superficial and ridiculous, no way do I want them to be my friends anyway. Or next thing you know, I'll become the next frecking real life barbie doll. None of them are interested in The Universe and space and sci-fi or creative photography-you know, anything but self-ies and pulling the finger with a 'duckface' on your Facebook profile picture. Talk about eww.
In the city, we live in a flash modern-day apartment with plush this and plump that, three floors up. It's nice, I guess, but way to pretentious. There's no homey feeling when I walk in from school. I've lived there most of my life, but it doesn't feel like home. It has no personality. So that's why I'm so excited to leave this stuiped city and feel the ocean breeze e on my face again.