My phone screamed loudly. I awoke from my deep dream. Rolling from my stomach to my back I whipped the small saliva from my lip. I reached for my phone squinting my eyes to see Grace's number on my screen.
Grace is my best friend. We known each other before we were out in the real world. Our mothers were in a pregnancy exercise class together and had due dates so close to each other our mothers believed we would be born on the same day- but were seperated three weeks apart, Grace being older.
"Get your towel girl," she spoke before I held the phone to my ear, "were going to the beach."
I rubbed my tiredness from my eyes trying to read the red numbers. Sliding my glasses up the bridge of my nose I read 6:07 am.
"You're crazy," I slammed back into my pillow throwing the blanket over my head to shield myself from the bright sun light.
"Oh come on," she winned. I could see her throwing her head back, "not a single cloud is in the sky. It hasn't been like this in weeks. Summer is here, baby!"
She was right. For the past month its been rain, cloudy or heavy wind.
I hung up and in five mintues I was wearing my large white hat that held down my wild brown curls. My bathing suit laid under a white beach dress. My sandals were strapped to my feet and my large bag held a towel, waters and snacks.
I skipped down the steps and waved to my parents. "Grace and I are going to the beach, I'll be back."
They waved me off and said to have fun. I smiled, so glad to have the parents I had. They worked a lot. My mother was a personal trainer and nutritionist. My father owned a small Italian restuant in the large city fourty mintues away. They only had friday off. My father would spend time with us or would watched his hockey while my mom cleaned or baked things for the funraisers my little brother's middle school thrown together.
They trusted me with everything I did and I trusted them with telling them the things I did.
Grace pulled her newly painted VW bug up my drive way. It used to be an off ugly green but with money saved from the past year it was turned into a light blue. I had to admit, it was cute.
She honked its small horn and put it in park. She had on large sun glasses and her blonde hair spilt to her shoulders.
Grace and I were the opposite but couldn't be closer. She was lazy and dramatic and didn't take things serious. She had short blonde hair reaching below she shoulders. Her light blue eyes were piercing and her skin was on the pale side with a few scattered freckles.
I was focused all on my school work and if I wasn't I was swamped with my job at Books On The Wall. A small book store in the middle of town. I wasn't as dramatic and excited as Grace but she was enough for the both of us.
The drive was about a hour until the smell of sea salt and the blue sparkling ocean came into view. Grace and I drove along the cliffs of north California. It was so far north our town almost hit the boarder line of Oregon.
Down blow on the thin beaches people played in the sand and others surfed the decent waves.
Grace and I drove for ten minutes until we found a small enough spot for the bug to pull into. I feed the machine and retrieved the small ticket. Grabbing our things we made our way to the beach at the end of the block.
I smiled at the feeling of sand between my toes, the sounds of waves, people and multiple music coming from radios. Grace and I walked up the beach about a block until she placed her things down. Close enough to the water and to the group of college boys playing volleyball.
