Broken

{ Chapter 1 }

As I open my suitcase, the smell of summer catches my nose and reminds me of a summer on the beach. Sun, sea and sweet lips.

The boy I'm talking about is your handsome, beach boy surfer. He probably had had 20 different girls that summer but I'd never forget my first kiss.

Although I'm 17, I never liked intimacy until I met him and I melted.

Kissing was good, but the beach had roughened his lips so it was a little harsh at first, but after a few minutes of tongue swirling it became a memorable kiss. And I would cherish that first kiss.

I took out my shirts and put them in my walk-in closet. It feels weird living in this big house of my dad. My room at my mom's was small and cozy, this just feels weird.

I see that my dad hasn't bought me any decorations or organising bins for my room, so I'll get that first thing tomorrow.

I walk back to my room and unpack the rest of my stuff. When I finish it's about 7 PM so I head downstairs for a quick snack.

As I walk down the two way stairs I can't help but adore the styling. I love the simpleness and the fact that you can just wander around and find new rooms everyday.

My favourite for now is the big library with ladders attached to the shelves. A big round room with a rustic, old and antique feel to it. The big desk in the middle with it's whiny red decorations just finishes the room. A fireplace makes the room cozy and when I cuddle up in the big armchair I feel right at home.

I head to the kitchen and grab some salad out of the fridge. I cut up some tomatoes and carrots, add some ceasar dressing and Parmesan cheese.

That night I dreamt about my beach boy. I didn't really dream since I can't fall asleep properly. Since I was small I've never been able to get out of the lucid dreaming phase. It feels like drifting on a river between reality and fantasy. I've never been able to sail that river properly.

I do love my metaphors.

My alarm wakes me at 9 o'clock. First run in this neighbourhood, better be good.

I put on some volleyball shorts from last year and a blue tank, blue looks good with my chestnut brown hair. I tie it with a hair tie and put on some shoes.

Downstairs I grab an apple and eat it quick at the cooking island. After a glass of water I head out, my dad nowhere to be seen.

The sun is shining as I head through the neighbourhood. I start jogging slowly first but then race through the neighbourhood.

The feeling when the warm air whips you in the face it magnificent. When I head through the park I run around the glistening lake, ducks swimming lazily through the water.

I race through the streets. Smack. I hit someone.

"I'm so sorry!" It's a boy.

"No, no it's fine. You just hit me hard."

I laugh: " Yeah, sorry I was running. "

I help him up. His curly brown hair flips in front of his blue/green eyes.

He smiles, it's breathtaking.

"My name is Harry. "

"I'm Ana, short for Anastasia."

I shake his hand and look to the ground. There's papers all over.

He sighs and starts picking them up. I lurk and pick some papers up.

St.Jacobs high school? That's where I'll be going.

"Hey, are you new in high school or something?" I ask him.