Imke’s POV
I got out of class and went straight to my locker to meet my friends. We were planning our latest sleepover and finally agreed to have it at my house. I got the feeling my friends were a little more excited than I was. None of them were treated like I was, I felt superior… and I didn’t like it. Whenever I was at a friend’s house I realised how little you need to get through life, and I had far too much and was living a life others could only dream of. They never failed to be astounded at my house. Sure, I had a little more space and I had expensive furniture but to me that was nothing, My parents were crazy!!
Megan left and only 5 minutes later texted everyone asking us to come to the beach. Carol left to go and was quickly followed by Emma. Me and Tosha were left, but she left about 3 minutes after Emma. I was the last to go. I quickly put my books in my locker and took my smaller bag out. I figured if everyone else was going to the beach then I might as well. I looked in my bag only to discover that I’d only packed half of my swimming kit that morning.
I raced home. I got in just as my housekeeper was leaving. I ran up the stairs, tripping at the top. I dumped the bag in the laundry bin and just packed a whole new bag of clothes and swimming stuff. I grabbed a towel, a pair of shorts, a tank top, a pair of sandals and my new bikini (which btw was super cute). I grabbed my phone and keys and I locked my door to head off to the beach.
I was halfway down the street when a car sped past me. I didn’t see what had happened but the next thing I knew my bag was ripped off my shoulder and away hooked to the car. NO! Everything I needed was in there. My clothes for when I was out of the water, my bikini, my shoes and my phone and keys. What was I going to do? I sat down on the pavement and put my head in my hands.
I looked up just a tall man with dark hair crouched down in front of me.
“Sorry, my wing mirror hooked onto the strap of you bag.” He said as he handed it back to me and got back in his car and left.
He’d returned my bag at least but wasn’t it rather rude of him to just speed away? If he’d been any closer it would have been me getting dragged along the road. Some people had no manners!
I quickly checked my bag to make sure everything was still there. It was but there was a great bit scratch across the side of the bag. I knew a shop where they’d repair it but for now I just wanted to chill. I made sure my phone and keys were in the bag… They were but there was now $50 in the bag, attached to a little note.
“Sorry, here’s something to pay for a new bag.”
Maybe he had more manners than I’d thought. Oh well, it didn’t matter because I probably wasn’t going to see him ever again. I put the whole incident out of my mind and I walked off to the beach.
Sorry it’s a short chapter… I couldn’t think of anything else, everything was just going to be repeated.
