The next morning Kennedy woke up. She opened her window to the sweet smell of the ocean. She got dressed and went out back.
She found her old boat. The very first boat she sailed, a laser of course. She brought the sails out, rigged up and set off. She sailed around, not far just far enough to recall all of the fun times she and Avery had on this boat. Kennedy skipper and Avery crew, they were unbeatable. Kennedy came to realize that she didn't want to fight with Avery, she wanted to have her bestfriend back.
Kennedy sailed around to the dock when she realized there was a boy standing there. What did he think he was doing there? Disrupting her peace like that. Not okay. And on her dock? Not today kid. He caught her as she glided in.
"I can dock on my own thank you. This is private property." she said harshly
he looked back down at her, eyes blue as the ocean, "What are you doing here? This is my boat."
"This is not your boat. Don't even try that."
"Really because for the past two years every morning I rig her up and take her out, now all of a sudden she's yours?"
"I have to derig."
"It was abbandonned on a trailor on a beach behind a house that nobody lived in." He said persistantly
"I live in that house, this is my boat this is my dock and I would prefer if you left."
"This isn't over" He flipped his light brown hair out of his eyes.
Kennedy derigged the boat as the boy waited for her to take her sails in, he took his own out and took the boat for his daily morning sail. Some girl wasn't going to stand in the way of that.
Later that afternoon there was a knock on Kennedy's door. She opened it to see the tan, light browned haired boy's appearance. He was dressed in a blue button-up and khakis with boatshoes, Kennedy couldn't help but notice the nice outfit, although she wasn't exactly a fan of the boy wearing it.
"I think we got off on the wrong foot, my name is Brennan Johnson and I came to appoligize for this morning, its just, I didn't realize that you lived here or that was your boat. I won't be using it anymore."
"I'm sorry too, maybe we could share the boat and the dock?" She laughed it off
"That sounds great I just would like to know one thing: your name" He said with a flirtatious smirk
"Oh sorry ha. I'm Kennedy Finnely" she always fealt awkward telling people who she was
"Wait - you're Kennedy Finnely? Like Olympian Kennedy Finnely?" Astonished
"Yup that's me" She chuckled. It was weird to her that people knew her name
"I heard you used to live here I didn't realize this was your house, well Kennedy I did come over here to ask you one more favor; will you go to dinner with me? Tonight?"
"I think I would be okay with that Brennan. See you at 7?"
"Yes I'll pick you up, I guess, here" He laughed "See you then!"
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Close Hauled
Novela Juvenil16 year old Kennedy Finnely moved back to her hometown in Massachusetts, after leaving to pursue competitive sailing in middle school. Little does she know just how much has changed since she left. As her so called friends all turn on her she has a...
