Chapter 4: Kiss and Tell
My flight took off at seven AM and landed in Fort Myers, Florida at ten thirty.
*Three and a half hours later.*
“But seriously, haven’t you ever wanted a gay friend? You have to have wanted a gay friend. Not wanting one is just unnatural!” Korynna protested as we slipped in to a cab. I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever.”
“No, not whatever!” Korynna argued. I shifted in my seat.
“Okay, maybe I sort of do.”
“Ha!” Korynna exclaimed.
“Whatever.” I repeated.
A little while later the cab driver pulled into the driveway. We paid him, got our stuff from the trunk and watched him drive off. I trudged up to the front door pulling my suitcase behind me.
This is it.
“Do you have they key?” I asked Korynna, interrupting a stream of curses about how hot it is in Florida.
“Um, yeah.” She muttered digging into her pocket. She unlocked the door and pushed to open.
“Furniture and all.” I murmured.
“Half of it is good but the rest is falling apart.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Korynna said “I stopped by over spring break to look at it. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “So we need to go furniture shopping. Saturday would probably be best for that.
“Yeah.” I agreed. The house wasn’t too bad, but personally I wanted to remodel the entire thing. It wasn’t exactly my style.
Oh well. I’m here. I’m In Florida. That’s all that matters. I convinced myself. I sat down on the couch. It sagged and the flower print was faded.
In a few years, when I have enough money, I’ll get my own apartment designed to fit my taste.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Korynna answered it. A girl with long brown hair stood on the threshold. She had on denim shorts and a silky, sky blue shirt. Silver hoops hung from her ears.
“Um, hi.” Korynna spat and the girl seemed surprised by the irritation in her voice.
“Hi.” She said shyly. “Sorry I live next door and I noticed someone moving in. I just wanted to say hi, but if you’re busy I’ll come back another time.”
“Whatever” Korynna said, then turned and sauntered away. The girl‘s cheeks were flushed red, slightly embarrassed.
“Hey.” I said stepping forward. “Don’t worry about her. She’s just in a bad mood because of the heat.” She smiled.
“Well that’s Florida for you, especially in the summer.”
“I’m Sarah McKee.”
“Hannah Pearson.”
A car horn honked and Hannah looked behind her. “Umm those are my friends. We were going to see a movie. I actually came over to see if you and your friend wanted to come, although I guess it’s a no for your friend.
“Well I’m not exactly in the mood for unpacking, so why not?” I responded.
“Cool.”
“Yeah. Let me go change It’s way too hot for jeans.”
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Footprints in the Sand
Roman pour AdolescentsAfter graduation Sarah's parents buy her a two way flight to Florida. What they don't know is she isn't coming back. Footprints in the sand is about betrayal of friends and finding out who you're true friends are. It's a must read! (I'm not just say...
