Tracks on the Beach

Hold Yours Forever, I'm Me

Breeze has stomped all the way back to Aunt's Vanessa's beach house in anger with Ariella chasing her the whole way.

"Breeze, you can't do this," Ariella tries to talk her out of her current plan, "your aunt is fierce dragon and you are new born kitten who doesn't yet know how the world works, yet. Maybe a larva."

"Oh watch me," Breeze tells her and then slams the door open and walks in, with Ariella going to the door to watch.

Aunt Vanessa is on the couch, reading a romance novel that borderlines on the genre of erotica. Breeze's anger suddenly seems to cease and she smiles a sickly sweet smile.

"Aunt Vanessa," Breeze calls out in her sickly sweet voice.

"Oh, Breeze, your back," Aunt Vanessa puts the book down, "is everything okay?"

"No," Breeze answers in her sickly sweet voice, which has went up an octave, "will you explain why you did what you did to me?"

"Breeze, darling, I don't know what you're talking about," Vanessa says confused, "I made a 7-up pound cake if you'd like and we go out side and talk about whatever you want."

"No," Breeze has went up an higher octave and smiles, though her anger seeps through, "I'll ask you one more time, why did you do what you did?"

"Is this a game?" Aunt Vanessa asks eagerly.

"How could you?!" Breeze drops the sweet act and lashes out a Aunt Vanessa, "why would you do that to me?"

"Honey, I don't know what you're talking about," Aunt Vanessa now stands and tries to place had of comfort on her shoulder, but Breeze jerks away.

"I can't believe you did this to me?" Breeze cries.

"Breeze, let's just try to calm down," Aunt Vanessa tries to calm her. Ariella cringes at that comment as she says this.

"Calm down?" Breeze asks while she cries, "calm down?"

"Let's just talk things out, maybe over some wine if you are old . . enough . . ." Aunt Vanessa says with some guessing in her voice.

"You never understand me!" Breeze shouts, "I came to live here, with you for the summer in the most boring town and all you do is make me work for you, and I even looked past that, but then you go and do something like this."

"Breeze, I would hardly call the one decoration you made for the party work," Aunt Vanessa says with her arms now folded.

"Oh my God, Cinderella lives a better life than me," Breeze and falls to her knees sobbing.

"Just tell me what I did, honey," Aunt Vanessa pleads.

"You asked Uncle B to dance!" Breeze finally tells her, "under the same shelter where his wife died!"

"Oh," Aunt Vanessa realizes, "oh, this whole thing is about that man who caused all of the drama at my party the other night?"

"No, it's about Gauge," Breeze cries.

"Who's Gauge?" Aunt Vanessa asks, "I thought he said his name was Benny?"

"Gauge is his son," Breeze continues to cry, "and I love him, I love him, I love him."

"Okay, let's just-" Aunt Vanessa tries to help Breeze off of the floor, but Breeze slaps her away with her hands and falls completely over in the floor crying, going full tantrum like a child.

"Why? Why? Why?" Breeze cries as she kicks her legs and spins in the floor. Ariella looks on with a look of sympathy.

"Let's talk about this Cage," Aunt Vanessa suggests.