Island.

Chapter 2

Two.

Somewhere in my subconscious mind I knew I was walking towards the creek. There was a small meadow and a fire pit, where the kids at my school had bonfires. They had logs on the ground to use as benches.

But my sight was blurred by the hot and angry tears. Why were they making me do this again? They swore that after Vegas, which was the last place we moved to, that Nebraska would be our home. It was so hard to go through the works of being the ‘new kid’ all the time. Needless to say, I never really got used to it.

I took a seat on one of the logs. Its weird how lively this place was when they had bonfire parties and barbeques here but every other time, like now, it was empty. No one ever came here unless they were planning a party or something.

It was getting dark, and I was out of cell phone range.

They’ll be pissed as hell  I thought to myself. Oh well. I couldn’t stand either one of them at the moment. I sat and took in the warm evening breeze, vaguely aware that the place seemed kind of creepy once the sun went down. The shadows crept up and created odd spaces filled with darkness. Okay, I really was freaking myself out. With that, I got up and started towards home.

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“Flight 201 to Honolulu Hawaii, landing in 15 minutes.”

That voice over the intercom was really starting to annoy me. It kept saying flight 201. I think we know what flight number we’re on.

“Freakin intercom lady.” I muttered to myself.

 But what was really bothering me was the plump lady who was sat across from me. She had her hands firmly grasping the arm rests of the seats next to her and her eyes were tightly shut. Not to mention the light sheen of sweat that was across her forehead. She kept swearing every time we got a bit of turbulence.

This went on for the entire flight.

I was exhausted from all the last minute packing I had to do the night before, and we almost missed our flight. We were running late thanks to my moron of a mother.

Did I mention I was in a bad mood?

As we stepped off the plane, I couldn’t help but notice all the people who came here for vacation. They were only here to visit. At least they get to go to their homes, and be with their friends and family.

 Me, I was stuck here.

After we collected our luggage, and stepped outside, I gasped in awe. It was like I was in another world.

The sun was so bright and the sky was so blue. The air was refreshing, like I could finally breathe again. I looked around me and all I saw were tall palm trees and small clusters of the native people, walking around. They all had amazing tanned skin and hair as black as coal that glistened in the bright and not to mention hot sunlight. They had very slight Asian features to their faces, eyes, and mouths.

They were beautiful.

The women moved about with a sort of gentleness and grace, taking care with everything they did. And the men were very protective, by the way they stood by, helping the women if they needed it. They acted as if they were all family, and from the way they talked to each other with such great respect, I could tell that everyone was close to each other. These people were very different from the tourists that walked among them. The sunlight beamed down on the little market that was set up here. Honestly, it felt like a scene right out of a movie.

“Ava, are you coming?” My dad called.

Damn, I forgot we were still standing by the airport. My dad was waiting by his driver and the car. Yeah, we had a freaking driver. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t take a taxi or something, since there were like a million of ‘em just here waiting for passengers. I reluctantly got in the car, swallowing my annoyance. This whole move was completely pointless.

“Wait until you see the house, honey. You’ll love it.” My mom gushed. I just sank back into the seat, trying my best to block out the noise coming from my parents.

This was going to be a long drive.

The drive surprisingly didn’t take long. The view was incredible. It was seriously like something out of a tourist magazine. Although some of the houses weren’t really that extravagant like the houses back on the mainland, I felt that these houses were suitable with the constant heat that was in abundance. I was going to be sun burnt by the end of this day.

When we pulled up at my house, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“What do you think honey? Do you like it?” My  mum asked.

I was literally speechless for a moment. The house was huge and towered over the sandy pavement. There was this huge black gate that circled the house and just in the distance I could make out the crystal clear water of the beach. I was just dying to sink my feet into the undoubtedly soft white sand. But that wasn’t the part that literally took my breath away.

There were huge windows that were on either side of the door and you could literally see inside the house. Along the stone walkway, there were flowers planted into the ground of every color. There was a small garden along the sides of the house also, giving the place a more lively look. The place was gorgeous, from the outside at least,  and the way the sunlight beamed through the windows, it was just enough to see part of the foyer, but not entirely bright.

Well, at least the house is nice. Boy was that the biggest understatement of the year.

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Well here's chapter 2! Obviously Ava isn't so happy about moving. This story is supposed to have a more lighter feel to it. And I know it seems boring in the beginning, but give me a break. It's literally two chapters in. Please vote and comment. I seriously want to know what you guys think.-Jess.