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Trina is a writer, one of her books finally made the best sellers list, so why can't she seem to write another one just as good. She's spent every di...
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I have finally found the perfect guy to fit The image in my head of Alex, Darken those eyes and he's it......
Old Friends and Foes
I travel down the main road that weaves its way around this little island, admiring how little things have changed over the years but not enough to make it feel any less like home. The beauty of the island is still intact, with its ocean view around every corner you turn, the tall palm trees and plant life and the beach houses randomly dotted across the white sands.
I travel a little further down and see rows upon rows of colorful beach huts, designed to house people overnight if they so choose, however when I left some were still set up just to use during the day, a place of refuge from the hot sun. The island is breathtakingly beautiful, always has been and I hope it will always remain just as it is. A place to get away from it all for a bit not a tourist attraction built up to house spring breakers and vacationers looking to shop in one retail store after another before taking their screaming brats to the beach.
My stomach growls loudly at the sight of The Diner on Main Street but I can't afford to stop, since my trip to jail took every last penny I have, so I keep moving toward my parent's stilted beach house, that I can see up ahead. If you've never seen a stilted beach house, it's just that a house built high up on stilts to protect it from the tide. The only problem that I've seen with these types of homes is, they aren't quite as sturdy in a storm as houses built on the solid ground. I have literally seen a neighbor's house collapse during a storm as the stilts fought to hold the weight of not only the house but the wind and water that battered it until it couldn't hold it all together anymore, kind of like my life right now.
You might know, the minute I pull into the carport under my parent's beach house, my mom is standing there waiting for me, it's like she has a radar telling her when I'm close, or something. Maybe when I was born she had them place a chip in me, so she would always know where I am, I chuckle at the thought before stepping out of my car.
"I figured you would have been here a couple hours ago," She grumbles as I climb out of my car, carrying Fluffy.
"Yeah Well, I ran into Alex on my way off the ferry," I mumble, still angry that he made me use the last of my money to bail me and my car out of jail.
"Oh yeah," my mom says, excitement evident in her tone.
"He threw me in jail, mom," I snap at her wishing she would get over this idea she has of Alex and me getting back together.
"Give him a little while to get used to you being back. He was heartbroken when you left the way you did."
I glare at her, wondering why she would think I care about what he thinks, yeah, I might wonder what my life would be like had I stayed but that doesn't mean that I need to relive my past while I'm home.
