Meet Me Where The Sky Touches The Sea

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"People fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe it's all part of a plan."- Ed Sheeran.

Although there were sandy beaches and coastal cliffs, it was quite windy. The clouds hid the sun and because of the heavy wind seeping under my nose, the familiar smell of the sea wasn't with me.

Gran lived in Windashire; a tourist area with lots of shops and cafes and probably the least popular Windashire beach. Not many people came here to look at the sites because of the minuscule size of the area. And if there were people, they were mostly the elderly who wanted to get some peace and quiet.

When mum and I used to visit, I used to have trouble finding someone to make friends with or play with. There weren't a lot of children my age who lived here and there wasn't going to be any teenagers living here either. They were an endangered species in Windashire.

There were many shops just down the street from where Gran lived and as I walked past them, life seemed so bright and joyful compared to life in London. In London, everything was the same colour, the same sound, the same people. There were lots of tourist shops and my eyes instantly averted when I saw the extortionate prices.

You're not a tourist Ginny. This is your home now.

I rubbed my arms. The goosebumps had risen again.

No more gloomy London. No more fat comments. No more dad.

This was a fresh start. Nobody knew me here. Maybe people were different here. Perhaps they didn't care about what size you were or how you looked. Maybe...

You will always be fat Ginny. You will always be ugly.

I shrugged my shoulders and exhaled heavily. It wasn't until I saw the little boy outside what looked like a mix between a children's play centre and a cafe, that I finally stopped walking down the extremely long street of shops.

He sat on one of the outdoor picnic benches with his head in his small hands, crying like a baby. He wore stripy shorts and a blue t shirt and I shivered just by looking at him. It certainly wasn't a hot day and I was lucky to be wearing a long sleeved top with jeans all bundled underneath my large jacket to hide my bulging thighs and my back rolls.

I walked up to the wailing boy, keeping my distance and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped up instantly and roughly wiped his nose. He was no more that 5 years and judging from his features, he was quite adorable.

"Are you okay. Why are you crying?"

He didn't answer. I sat down opposite from him, lightly placing myself on the wooden bench so that I wouldn't hear it creak or make it move.

He huffed and rested his chin on his hands.

"My brother told me not to speak to strangers" he whispered and I sighed.

Great. Now if I keep talking to him he's probably going to tell his brother and report me as a child kidnapper.

Children his age have wild imaginations. Trust me. In primary school, whilst every other child got into play fights, cried because they'd gotten their toys taken off of them, laughed because they'd wet their pants, I was the only child sat in the corner, staring at everyone. In silence. I'm pretty sure the teachers were quite worried as they'd called my mum in several times complaining that I was scaring the other kids. One day, when I was really sick, mum sent me to school completely ignoring the fact that I was green-faced. As a result, the other children accused me of being an alien that was putting spells on everyone by staring at them quietly. That joke lasted until the end of primary school.

"Look I'm not going to do anything. I know I wouldn't want to be sat out here in the cold, crying my eyes out. What happened?"

He sniffed and wiped his eyes.
"My brother won't buy me an ice cream. And he promised to let me have one yesterday".

I tried not to crinkle my nose at the sound of something sweet.

The shop that looked like a unicorn vomited on it was a cafe or an ice cream shop. I stood up and looked at the shop from afar. It stood between two tourists shops and a restaurant and was by far the brightest store on the whole block. How had I not noticed it? There were different cakes displayed just by the window; from single layers to three tiers. And on the window were different posters and leaflets for gigs and fairs.

I had never been to any concerts before; I'd probably get crushed and trampled on with the amount of people trying to get past me. The fairs were useless in London; not because they were small and boring but because there was no way that i'd be aloud on the rides with a weight like mine. The whole fair would break and the bill to repay the costs would be hefty- like me.

The bell, having rung as soon as the old man who was walking towards the shop opened it, brought me back to my senses and I was reminded of the cafe with the luminous red brick wall bordered around the shop. The blue banner swayed slightly with the wind as I read the large white font:

Café Covaci

The name itself was quite sophisticated which completely contrasted with the appearance.

"Come on then. I'll buy you one". I said to the boy and he got off the bench and headed into the shop. As soon as the bell rang, my heart clawed onto my rib cage, wanting to run wild.

I sucked in my stomach and straightened my back.

Sugar.

Pull yourself together Ginny.

Sugar.

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Hi readers!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

I'm actually quite satisfied with this chapter. I'm also working on the chapter lengths- I don't want them to be too long or too short.

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Keep dreaming

Maddy