Tracks on the Beach

Sightless because of your Breath

It's not fair! Breeze pouts as she sits on one of the picnic tables under the shelter on the beach. She was sent here to just live for the summer, not work as Aunt Vanessa's slave, and yet here she was being made to "help" with decorating this stupid place for Aunt Vanessa's beginning of summer party. She should be out on the beach with the boy of her dreams, Gauge. Yesterday's events replay in her head, from the moment she slipped off of that ledge to the moment where they just about kissed, but then, the evil rain happened. Gauge doesn't like the rain so he ran back home. It rained for all that evening and Breeze stood for another half hour out on the rocky peninsula before Ariella could convince her to go home. Breeze wouldn't put it past Aunt Vanessa to some how have caused that rain, just to ruin her life.

"Oh, hey girl," Ariella's familiar greeting rings out, as her friend approaches her.

"Hey Ariella," Breeze greets her in a mopey tone, "what are you doing here?" At that moment, Aunt Vanessa approaches the two girls with a big smile on her face.

"Ariella, thank you so much for coming down here to help us," Aunt Vanessa greets her, "it sure does mean a lot to me. I've thrown this party every summer that I lived here."

"You just don't understand!" Breeze blurts out and stands up, "how could you even know?" There are tears forming in her eyes, "and we're out of ribbon."

"Okay, okay, it'll be alright," Aunt Vanessa tries to console her, "I'll run to the shop down the road and get some more. In the mean time, I made a chocolate pound cake you girls can help yourself to." Aunt Vanessa leaves confused and feeling like she was made to purposely leave.

"She is all over your case," Ariella says, watching Aunt Vanessa leave, "I can't believe she treats you like that." Breeze has sat back down on the picnic table, but gives the nearby chocolate pound cake side eye, as it has not even been taken out of the box yet. "So, how's-" Ariella begins but is interrupted by Breeze's sudden anger and stomping to the chocolate pound cake, picks it up and throws it into the nearest trash can, which is across the room. The pound cake lands right in it, as Breeze stomps back to her seat on the picnic table.

"Okay, I'm better now," Breeze says is a happy voice, as if nothing had ever upset her.

"Okay, girl, give me all the details," Ariella says with an eager look in her eye.

"Nothing else happened that you didn't see," Breeze replies, opening a brand new package of ribbon. "We almost kissed but then he stopped because of the rain. What about you and Cash? I saw how fast he ran to save you."

"Cash?" Ariella says with distaste in her voice, "uhg, no one wants to date Cash. His name is Cash."

"I saw how you were looking at him after he saved you," Breeze says with a smile, for in her mind, Cash and Ariella would make the perfect couple to accent her and Gauge. Ariella is the girl next door and Cash is the best friend who is endearing in his own right, but no where near good looking as Gauge.

"Maybe Gauge will come to the party tonight?" Ariella suggests.

"I wish," Breeze says with a sigh, "I'm sure my evil Aunt Vanessa didn't even invite him."

"Oh, girl, I sent him an invite on every social media platform," Ariella informs her, "aren't you two friends yet?"

"No," Breeze answers with another sigh, "I've only been cyber stalking him."

"Well, maybe he'll bring Uncle B and he and your Aunt Vanessa could date," Ariella suggests, "and that would get her off your case and leave you all to Gauge."

"Aww, he lives with his uncle?" Breeze asks taking more of a sudden interest in the conversation, "that's so tragic."

"No, Uncle B is his father," Ariella corrects her, "Gauge just calls him that, because he's so cool."