Inflowing Tide (#Wattys2016)

(1) Chapter One

I gazed out of the window and was greeted by the sun that shined bright. I smiled in appreciation, the sky was a soft blue hue and there were barely any clouds. I always felt drawn to the sky, I loved how it made me feel insignificant.

I reminded myself today was Saturday, I shouldn't be seated on my window pane, I should be asleep. I couldn't help but think about them.

It terrified me how often we're misled to believe people who say they love us but they're the main source of our pain. Yep. I referred to my parents.

My mother Cindy, who was my hero in all forms. A memory flashed through my mind, its too early to think about that.

I reached for my cellphone to check the time. It was 7am. A notification popped up on my screen,

Shit, Sierra's birthday

I sent her a text and we went back and forth deciding what we'd do for her birthday.

Sierra was my best friend since we moved to this new neighbourhood a few years ago, if she wasn't as good to me as she was, I'd be jealous of her flawless skin and her naturally thick, wavy hair.

I scanned my room as I waited for Sierra to reply. The soft pink walls reminded me of a younger version of myself who was obsessed with the colour. A white rocking chair stood below the window, on it was my favourite teddy bears that dare not leave my room. My desk was packed with novels and magazines, the wall above the desk was plastered with pictures of good memories... good memories.

Before I got started on my day, I strolled into the bathroom to brush my teeth; I opened the cabinet and got some toothpaste. As I began to brush my teeth; I began to mentally tick off all that should be done today. Sierra's plans, homework and I had to survive through breakfast with my mother and sister.

My mind decided to stray back to my parents. I haven't seen my father for years.

Clifford, he has always been well, him. As a person I hated him but, as my father I loved him to pieces. Typical Savannah.

Oh, my sister Josephine Andrews. She was as everyone else said the brains of this family. I was classified as the little sister. Yep, no other title than that.

I shut the cabinet door and there it revealed my big dark eyes, framed with long eyelashes. My lips were pouty and my cheek bones were way too prominent. My hair was a tangled mess, what would I expect with hair that hung down to my hips? I grabbed the comb from the sink and combed through my hair, braiding it down to the ends. I rinsed my face in the sink then turned on the shower.

I had just finished showered; I was wrapped in a towel seated on my bedroom floor questioning myself; What am I going to wear?

I had settled for a shorts, a tank top and my sneakers, that belonged to my mother when she was younger.

I was obsessed with antiques and these sneakers seemed like that. They had thick, white sole's with black and sparkly gold patterns on the top.

I slowly made my way to the mirror. Surprisingly, I liked this outfit...Besides, the weather finally warmed up today. I undid my braid and my hair fell into soft waves down to my waist.

I studied myself in the mirror and realized I missed something...I quickly swept on a few coats of mascara then made my way downstairs.

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"Good morning!" I yelled when I spotted mom and Josie sipping from their cups.

"Hi." They said in annoyance.