Perfection Incomplete.

7

The two periods after lunch passed rather uneventfully.

By the time the last bell rang, I was just happy to be out of the school. I needed to get home and plan how to take my campain to the top, making the people want me more than ever before. It wasn't fair that Sam just got to waltz in here and act like she owns the place when clearly she doesn't. Well maybe she wasn;t acting like that exactly... but you could tell she was totally basking in the glory of herself.

Pathetic.

If I was new to a school I would definitely not demand top of the food chain in the few hours I was there... well knowing me I would. But Sam was NOT me. She never could be. Maybe she was prettier and sportier, and could sing like no tomorrow, but no way was she taking this year away from me. I had built up and sacrificed too much for some surfer girl to come wrecking havock and smash it all down.

As soon as I entered the door, I rushed to the kettle to put on a pot of tea. I leaned against the counter and exhailed through my nose as slowly as possible while closing my eyes. When I reopened them, there to my surprise stood my dad.

"Someone had a rough day..." he said.

"Tell me about it" I snapped, praying my tea would hurry and boil. Normally my dad never said much to me, only grunted and asked about school. He wasn't much of a... 'dad' persay. Thats why my mom and I are so close, because were the only people in the family worth talking to. Basically my dad non stop works so that he can bring in the moola to put me through school and for my mom to stay home and do whatever her heart desires. I used to wonder why my mom stayed with him for so long, until I realised if she could have it her way, she wouldn't be with him... but being a highschool drop out she didn't have much of a choice.

The kettle began to steam so I quickly grabbed a large coffee cup and poured my tea in. I grabbed some biscuits from the pantry and headed to my room.

I placed my tea down and jumped up onto my bed. I flipped on to my tummy and screamed into my pillows. What a day. I went from a gold star then demoted down to, I don't even know what. Just not my regular status. Lets see how the rest of this week goes I thought to myself. It can't get much worse than today can it? She had already caught the attention of everyone, including the two closest people to me in my life.

I took a large, lengthy sip of my tea and felt the sugar grains against my tongue. Man I just can't get anything right today. I decided to skype my aunt Marcy and see what she would say about Sam.

RING RING RING.

"Hi sweatpea, I only have a few minutes to talk because I have a conference!!!" my aunt Marcy spoke into the computer.

"Hi auntie... I need your opinion" I started. I began to go on about how Hazel brought Sam to school like a lost puppy, how she surfed and got the attention of everyone, how well she sang one of my favourite songs ever and the fact that she was... well downright gorgeous.

"Hmmmm... seems like someones got a case of the jellybites!!!" my aunt joked.

"I am most definitely NOT jealous!!! Well... maybe a tiny bit.... I don't know it just isn't fair that she takes two steps and everyone wants her autograph" I replied a bit pissed off.

"Well... let her get a feel for campus, she'll probably find her place within the next week. Trust me hunny I don't think shes gunning for you... you're only a little threatening when you're mad" she joked and winked. I couldn't help but laugh, my aunt knew me so well.

"I'll keep ya in the loop, hopefully what you say will happen... I don't like feeling like this Auntie" I gave her my best puppy dog eyes, even though I felt like bursting out crying.

"Aw sweetheart, you have to realize some people unfortuantely are greater than miss Caydence Lila Hall. You either have to accept it or it will break you. I love you and miss you so much Kay" she ended the call. I slowly shut my macbook and placed it back on my desk. So much help that was.

I decided to go for a run to get my mind off things. I put on spandex kapri leggins, a pink sports bra and my favourite neon yellow nike running shoes. I stepped out of the house with my iphone and earphones in hand and started on my run. I hoped that my 13 song running playlist would suffice for this whole workout.

One thing that always came easy to me was running. Not hard core sprinting, but just jogging in general. I could literally run forever. I never felt it in my legs, or my lungs, only in my head, which always told me to keep going. I guess it was a gift. I began to turn the corner towards the beach, and then once I came to the boardwalk, I turned left to start up the huge hill leading to our neighboring towns.

I usually ran the whole rectangle of my subdivision multiple times, but tonight my gut told me to do something different... change it up a little bit. I stopped once I reached my house after only 10 minutes of running and started in the opposite direction, towards Rykers house on the beach shore. Although mostly everyone lived on the shore of the beach, Ryker's house was literally built into the boardwalk because his family owned a little souvenir shop there.

When I got to Rykers house I kept running. And running. And running. Without even knowing it I had run out of the towns limits, and until my playlist stopped... I hadn't even realized it. I started to run back in the direction that I had come from, my pace slowing as I took a look around to see anything familiar. I decided to head to the boardwalk because I knew most of the people and the shops there.

I was running along the beach, watching all the surfers and tanners, beach volley ball players and kids having fun in the sand. It was a beautiful tuesday afternoon to go to the beach, not too humid and just the right hotness. Plus it looked as if the waves were good.

I slowed down to a walk and then a standstill. I admired the beach for a few moments, happy I lived near something so spectacular. But thats when I saw it.

Blonde hair. Surf board. Brown hair. Surf board.

THAT BITCH.