"We're here!"
"Finally..." I sighed and hoped out of the car and stepped onto the pavement of our "new house".
We live in Clearwater Florida, normally, but for the next two weeks we're gonna be staying in Fort Lauderdale at my dads extremely close friends house. He has a fucking huge house so my dad always stays here when he comes on business trips. This is me and my sisters first time coming with him and mom.
I grabbed some luggage out of the trunk and went inside to look around.
My dads friend, micheal, greeted us and showed us our rooms and also introduced us to his son, Christoffer, and his wife, Clara.
My dad grew up in school with Micheal and was very comfortable staying here, but I️ just felt so strange I️ don't even know these people. My mother and Clara always call eachother though and there so nice for letting us stay even if it's only a week, but this is just a lot to get used to. Sofia already made herself comfortable and raided the fridge though, so that's good for her.
Before unpacking, the view of the beach caught my attention.
I watched the waves wash the imperfections of the beach away like loving a broken heart.
Then this girl, this girl with long black hair cascading down her back. She so simply sat in front of the shore, like she didn't exist, like nobody seen her–she didn't see anybody.
There was a few others on the beach surrounding her. Two young boys, with a fishing rod that looked like they made themselves, they were trying to catch something. The older one seemed to know they had no chance, but he sat with the adolescent one, sweating and cheering him on every time he appeared to start giving up.
There was also a couple arguing, he's apparently always on his phone and she's apparently too clingy. But if you ask me, they're both wrong for being in a relationship that makes you always want to be on your phone, and makes you have to be clingy to feel the slightest appreciation.
But in all this chaos, she sat there with a pen and a pad. Sketching something I couldn't quite see. but she was so focused and adjusted to this drawing, I hoped I would see soon.
And that was it. That was the first day of the rest of my life.
The girl on the beach, her name is Lauren. And if she was the ocean—I'd be lucky to drown.
