6 year ago
I hated water, I didn't know why, but I did. The sound it made as it crashed against the rocks, the smell of the salt, the feeling of it as I walked along the shore of the coast. It just felt very uncomfortable, and very wrong. I loved the wind though, how it ran through my long black hair, how it whispered secrets to me. It was so soothing and calm. I live in a small place called Saint Anthony's. Living in Saint Anthony's you get the pleasure of wind every day. We are located on the very tip of the island of St. Pierre et Miquelon (New Foundland). Its pretty great here. Not many people, just a bunch of fishermen, a few doctors, tour guides, chefs, and students like me. Saint Anthony's high school, is the only high school. We have 500 students, at most. After finishing high school, you go into one of the careers that I mentioned, we take our parents place. Only three percent of students, actually move out to larger places like Saint John's, or Halifax Nova Scotia. I mean why bother? Pay is good, food and water is ok, scenery is beautiful, what more do you need?
Tomorrow will be my eighteenth birthday. I'd be finishing high school in June, and then I'd fill in with my moms job as a veterinarian. My older brother Sean, who is twenty three right now is working in the car shop. Although most people don't really use their cars, when they do, they break down, and my dad fixes them. My dad owns the biggest car shop in town. He's not really my dad, he's my step dad. I don't really know who my real dad is, but I hope I'll find out soon.
I rub my eyes yet again. I woke up five minutes ago. School starts at eight, and its six thirty right now. I normally lay around for a few minutes. As I swing my legs out of my safe warm bed, I slide my feet into my slipper. I stretch, let out a loud yawn, and scratch my head. I slowly shuffle out of my room, and into the chilly hallway. I snuggle into my purple fuzzy house coat, taking in the smell of blueberry waffles. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself. My hair that I braided last night is frizzy and is sticking up everywhere. My grey eyes shine in the dull bathroom light. I brush my teeth, and re-braid my hair. I don't bother putting on any make up because really, who's there to impress? None of the girls wear make up anyways, and the boys don't care. I pick out my outfit, ripped blue jeans, a plaid sleeveless shirt, my silver high tops, and my all time favourite jacket, which was black and had a silver eagle on the back. I put on my lightning bolt earrings, which I wore every day, grabbed my backpack, and came into the kitchen.
"Good morning Vera." My mom says.
"Hi mom, how are you." I ask kissing her on the cheek.
"Good, I'm off today so I can go to the market today. Fresh apricots on sale, can't miss out on those." She says. She gives me my plate, utensils, and sits down in the chair across from me.
"Hows school?" She asks. I frown.
"The usual. Can't read anything, and I got sent to the office again yesterday for walking around class. I cant help I'm ADHD." I say. My mom takes my hand.
"Don't worry honey, you'll be ok. I washed your gym clothes, they are in your bag already so don't go looking for them anywhere." She says.
"Thanks mom, you're great." I say. I slowly munch on my waffles.
"Hey mom, is it ok if I walk to the coast before school? Its only seven, I'll be back before the bus comes." I ask.
"Alright, but don't be too long." She says.
"Thanks!" I say, finishing off my waffles and walking out the back door. I break into a sprint, jump over the fence and run to my quiet place. The cliff where I always sit and watch the waves crash against the rock. Once I get there though, someone is already there waiting for me.
