I woke to someone whacking a pillow on my head and stripping the sheets away from me. I blindly punched out toward my attacker.
"Shannon for God's sake get UP!" an exasperated Abby dodged my lame attempt of a punch and landed one of her own on my rib cage.
"Oww!" I yowled as I sat up.
Unlike yesterday, where Mum wasn't really intending to hurt me at all, Abby's punch hurt like hell.
"You're going to give me a bruise, bitch." I muttered, landing a punch on her stomach but without much force.
"I've been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes straight, bitch." Abby imitated my voice.
"Shut up, I don't sound anything like that." I snapped as I stomped off to go shower.
"Sure you don't." Abby rolled her eyes.
Once I had showered and Abby had gathered everything she needed, we were running very late and so tensions were pretty high. Of course, Abby felt the need to punch me and say it was all my fault that we almost missed the train while I swiftly dodged the punch and bit back with a remark about how long it took for her to find her keys.
We made it, but barely. As we scrambled on, the train was practically already leaving. We collapsed into our seats, panting, and once our breaths slowed we each proceeded to do our own stuff.
Abby pulled out a book from her backpack, and I rolled up a hoodie and squished it between my face and the cold train window as a makeshift pillow and closed my eyes at an attempt to get some more sleep.
When Abby shook me awake, she had finished reading and was watching a Reaction Time YouTube video. God, that Tal Fishman was hot.
I was about to snap at her for waking me up for no reason when she nodded outside. Still grumbling, I turned my head and looked out the window.
I was so not ready for what I saw outside. The beach was absolutely gorgeous, the sort of place you only saw in magazines or photos of celebrities on their honeymoons. It was out of this world, the sunlight bouncing off of the crystal blue waters and palm trees lining the streets and of course, tons of people tanning, surfing, hanging out together. A grin broke out across my face. This summer vacation was going to be amazing.
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Abby and I hopped off the train and I scanned the busy train station for my grandma. I had a very fuzzy memory of her as I had last seen her when I was five, but I hoped that she would recognize me.
"Shannon!" A voice called my name, and Abby and I hurried over to the old woman beckoning to us.
She really was extraordinary. I knew for a fact that my grandmother was seventy years old, yet she looked about fifty. Her hair was black with graying areas, and I could tell by the glint in her eye that she had an adventurous spirit.
"Hi, Grandma." I smiled nervously.
"Oh, don't be shy, Shan," Grandma pulled me into a hug, and I marveled at how strong her grip was.
"And who is this young lady?" Grandma asked, squinting slightly at Abby.
"Grandma, this is my best friend Abby. Abby, my grandma." I introduced them and watched as they shook hands. I detected surprise in Abby's eyes and I knew that she was shocked at my grandma's iron grip too. I had to stifle a laugh as I watched Abby's hopelessly confused expression.
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Beach Days
Teen Fiction"Trouble just seems to follow you around, Max." "Trust me, you don't know the half of it." Meet Shannon Miller. She juggles school and work, keeping her busier than ever, but that's how she likes it ... especially after what happened a year back. W...
