My Terror Twin And I

The sweet freedom

I decided to take my new convertible.

It was silver and amazing.

I hopped into the front seat and plugged in my phone.

Attila blared through my speakers at a nearly tolerable volume.

I grimaced at the sound of fronz, due to our.. Uh.. History. I still enjoyed the music nonetheless

I ended up driving through a beach area. I needed a smoke so I pulled over to find them.

I decided to just stay put as I inhaled the sweet vanilla toxins.

The view was beautiful. I was infront of a gorgeous beach. The water was blue and clear, the sand was white. There was a pier with a few carnival rides and a small line of shops.

It was a truly beautiful place.

I looked at the gorgeous beach house I was parked in front of.

It was white with light wooden slats covering a fraction of the outside. That's when I noticed the for sale sign.

I hopped out the car for a better look.

It had five enormous bedrooms, two bathrooms upstairs and one downstairs. The kitchen was elevated two steps higher than the open lounge room it joined with. It was two stories with a roof deck, spa and pool area, grass and pavement out the back and a triple garage.

I needed it.

I called the realestate agent and inquired about the house. Turns out I could afford it if I sold my current house. I was surprised that it was so cheap. So close to schools, across from the beach and there was a mall just down the side street. It was truly paradise.

I happily set off driving again into the country.

After a while I decided to get out and stretch my legs.

I plopped myself under a large tree and nearly fell asleep before something collided with my head.

Darkness