The Girl With The Dying Heart•Laurmani[COMPLETED]

Two

This book is already getting a lot of love like damn.

Y'all are nice.

I like you guys.

Normani

The next morning, I found myself getting up later than usual. I didn't realize this till I saw that it was ten o'clock and gosh was I screwed. I was supposed to be at the shop at six since some people got up early to surf.

"Normani!" My father shouted, his loud voice being enough to get me to stand up and haul ass to get downstairs. Oh gosh, it happened. I blew the opportunity and now he was going to take it away from me.

"I am so sorry dad. My alarm didn't go off. I swear I'll be out the door in ten minutes!" I apologized, twisting the bottom of my crop top as he looked at me in disapproval.

"Go," he grumbled, his expression calm but frustrated as I turned around and ran up the tile steps, going into my bedroom. Ugh, I can't believe I did this. I never overslept!

Quickly, I took off my short shorts and pulled off the crop top, still feeling insanely hot. I thought New Orleans had been hot but it seemed to be even more humid here than it was there.

Pulling on a light pink swimsuit top along with the matching bottoms, I slid some low cut jean shorts on. All I had time to grab was my phone and my keys which was honestly all I needed. I knew I had a towel and a hoodie in my jeep so instead of grabbing those two items, I just ran downstairs and out the front door, practically diving into the driver's seat.

My surfboard was still strapped to the top of my car so I pulled out of the driveway and got on my way. Luckily, police were not nearly as abundant here so I was able to speed a little to get to the beach quicker than usual.

Once I arrived, I parked and grabbed my beach bag, stuffing my hoodie and towel in before removing my surfboard and running to the shop.

As I struggled to get the key into the hole to unlock the garage door, something smacked into the back of my head.

"Ow! What the fuck?!" I lifted my hand, rubbing the back of my head before I turned around to see a small boy smiling up at me. I leaned down and picked up a green frisbee, my eyes narrowing at him.

"Lo siento señorita. Por favor devuélvelo," he spoke, reaching for the frisbee as I listened to him, trying to figure out what he was saying.

"Look I'm sorry kid, I don't know what you're saying but here you go." I handed him the frisbee and he grinned at me before turning around and running off. Jeez, that hurt like a bitch.

I jammed the key into the hole and twisted the lock, lifting the door and pushing it up enough to get it to stay. One of these days, I was sure it was going to crash down and kill me.

Walking through, I went behind the counter and dropped my bag before grabbing a broom and sweeping out the sand that had managed to get in. Surprisingly, no one came as I restocked the inventory and resumed to sitting on the stool where I could see the entire store.

Once the clock struck twelve, I started to become a bit agitated. Usually I had at least five customers before noon or a little more. Was there something that was going on that I didn't know about?