The Beach House

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Chapter 3

We arrived at the beach house a few hours later. It was a long ride, but I was on my phone most of the time. Though, it got annoying after a while because Jason was snoring and my mom was singing along to old people songs. I was so anxious to get out of the car, I can't  stand being cooped up in this small car for so long.

But, there was still one thing on my mind. What if the house is a pile of junk? I was surprised to see a giant log cabin that was in great condition. I guess I have nothing to worry about after all. I got out of the car and picked up my suitcase, forgetting it was super heavy. "Jason!" I yell. "What?" he asks me back. "I kinda need your help." He rolled his eyes and brought my suitcase inside.

I walked in after him and went to the room I wanted. It has the ocean view, which I love, and is pretty big. Obviously, my mom got the biggest room, and Jason's and mine were about the same so we didn't fight. I was fine with it, but Jason wasn't that happy. He wanted three ocean view, but my mom let me have it because she knows all I want to do is go to the beach. I was very excited about that.

I realized I still had my bathing suit on, so I decided to take a walk on the beach. Maybe even swim a little. Who knows, I might even meet someone special. I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I thought that's usually how stories ended. The teenage girl finding her true love. Well anyways, back to the beach. I looked out the window to see if anyone was out there, when I saw something sparkly in the sand. I must find out what it is.

*So guys, I think there will only be a couple more chapters. I know it's sad but I'm not really into it. I want to do like a classic werewolf book. Not the one where they find their mates, but one where they change on full moons but the girl doesn't know she is a werewolf. There might be a second book to this series but I'm not sure. Tell me what you guys think. Thanks, and stay wild.*

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