Beach Angel

The school bell rings and everyone vacates the classroom. I stop by my locker to make sure its completely empty. I tear down the calendar with a red circle around todays date: June first.

A figure I realize to be my best friend runs over to me.

"Our high school years are finally over!" Alana shouts putting her arm around my shoulder. I laugh.

"Thank god," I reply.

I shut my locker for the last time and we walk out the school. Our school, Northside High, is pretty different. The seniors have their graduation ceremony a week before school lets out. I know, weird.

I open Instagram and post a picture of the school with the caption, 'Seniors of Northside! Bonfire tonight at Myrtle Beach at seven thirty pm. Bring all textbooks and notebooks.' I show Alana before clicking Share. The sun sets at around six thirty or seven.

"I have always wanted to do this," I say getting into Alana's convertible.

She nods and starts the car. The clock on her dash reads four twenty.

"Sav, lets stop at Walmart for snacks before heading home," Alana says, passing our street.

Since I am nineteen and Alana almost nineteen, we bought an apartment together. We've been best friends since first grade but thats not the only reason.

I pull out $50 and phone form my slouch backpack. Alana parks the car in the lot and we walk inside.

"How much you got?" I ask showing her my fifty dollar bill. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out two crumpled up twentys.

I nod and grab us both baskets.

"I got drinks. You got snacks," Alana says going toward the drink aisle.

I head to where all the chips are and begin to load my basket.

I get enough bags and dip that I can afford, then head to checkout.

Alana gets behind me in the same line a few minutes later. I look at her basket full of Coca-Cola and every other soft drink.

After we check out, we head back to our apartment. We leave the snacks in the car, along with our schoolbags. I run to my room and put on a floral bandeau bikini top and black bottoms. Over that I put a 'California' black tank top, jean shorts, and black sandals. I leave my blonde curls alone.

I put on waterproof makeup before letting my hair out of the ponytail.

My phone chirps like a bird. I pick it up and see that Zoella has tweeted something.

"Zozeebo: Beach with @Joe_Sugg & @pointlessblogtv"

They must not be in England. They may be in California since VidCon is is less than a month. Before locking my phone, I check the time.

"Lana! Its five thirty! Do you want to stop at Mickey D's?"

"Okay!" is her faint reply.

I go into the kitchen and scroll through Instagram until she comes out of her room. Her brown hair is in a ponytail and her blue eyes are hidden by sunglasses.

I run to my room and grab my Aviators.

"Leggo," I say walking to her car. We hop in and go to the McDonalds five minutes from the beach.

After we eat and mess with people, its already six thirty.

We park the car at a very uncrowded part of the beach and think of how to carry all of the stuff down in one trip.