the last song (mileven au)

chocolate shake

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El had to get away from that house, away from all the laughter and fun Sara and her dad were having. She left, without saying a word to anyone, deciding to take a walk down the beach.

She wasn't exactly dressed for it, still in her jeans, long sleeve shirt, and black combat boots, but honestly who cares? She didn't know any of these people, so fuck what they think.

Not even a minute into her walk though, she was already regretting her decision. The sun was making its way back out from behind the clouds and it was blazing hot out. She pulled her sleeves up on her arms, to hopefully help get a bit cooler. Her jeans were ripped, so at least she was getting a breeze on parts of her legs. And the boots, well, boots on the beach probably wasn't the best idea. Too late now, though. There was no way she was going back to her dad's house to change.

Everyone around her was laughing, enjoying their day on the beach. Kids lathered in sunscreen were attempting to build sandcastles. Parents were lounging on beach chairs, drinking their beers, relaxing. Numerous screams could be heard from people in the water, as they splashed around. It seemed like they were all having the best time.

Must be nice.

She thought, feeling a bit jealous.

These people probably have great lives and here I am stuck with a shitty one.

She continued on with her walk, deciding to stop paying attention to all the happy people surrounding her. A little bit further down the beach, she saw what looked to be a carnival. The closer she got, she started to smell all the typical things that accompany a carnival. Funnel cakes, hot dogs, and popcorn. She loved carnivals, and even though she didn't particularly want to be here, she did always love the beach. So a carnival on the beach, that was like Christmas for her.

"This will probably the highlight of my summer." She mumbled to herself.

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After walking around, watching loads of people waste their money on all the rigged carnival games, El was really in the mood for something sweet. And cold. It was getting hotter as the day went on and she was in desperate need of a milkshake.

She approached one of the food trucks, joining in at the back of the somewhat short line. Once she reached the front, a man who reeked of cigarettes and sweat, stuck his head out the window.

"What can I get for you darlin'?"

"Chocolate shake, please."

She handed the man her money, immediately wiping her hand that had slightly touched his sweaty one, on her jeans.

God, I hope he's not the one making my shake.

The man came back a moment later, handing her the shake, and wished her a good rest of the day.

Since she didn't have anything else to do, and definitely didn't want to go back "home," she decided to walk around a bit more. She watched people of all ages, lining up to ride what little rides they had. There were bumper cars and a few rides that spun around way too much for her liking. They also had a decent sized ferris wheel, which was always her favorite ride. She loved being able to see things from high up. It made the world seem so small and her seem so big.