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Chapter 1: On this godforsaken Island

Summer 2012

The irritating ringtone I have wakes me up, without opening my eyes i try to reach it. Then I realize it’s across the room, I hate this place. I open my eyes slowly. Like I’m trying to force the reality away, but it’s here. The small drawer, the clothes spread around it, the terribly small bed that i’ve had since as long as I can remember, the ugly yellow-ish colour that has been here since the house was built and last but not least, the only outlet in the room, which is as far from the bed as you can be. Not that it’s that far away, it still feels kind of unnecessary. It’s hard to pretend that I’m home, ‘cause I’m not. I’m in our summerhouse, ”cozy!” is what everyone thinks. But no, it’s on an island in the middle of nowhere. I stand up and walk across the room, just to pick up. But when I get my phone the person who called hangs up. Who calls me this early in the morning during a break anyway? It’s only 9.47 am.

 Since I’m awake I can at least put on some clothes. I put on the first pair of shorts I find, horribly ugly. But who cares, it’s not like I’m trying to impress someone. This place is not exactly popular during the summer. We do have good fishing spots, but then again. The beaches is not especially attractive with all the mosquitos making love under the sun and laying eggs in the water. Yeah, Iv’e got a spot though, somehow nothing and no one seems to have found it yet. I leave the room and head to the kitchen. The old wooden floor creaks and I have to climb over the couch, it’s a very small house. In the kitchen my parents are sitting. I hear them from the other room. They are having breakfast. As I enter I can see their facial expressions changing from happy to upset. They’re both looking at me. ”What is it?” I ask them. While I wonder what could have happened. Are we going home? Are we staying longer?  Is someone hurt? Have I done something? ”Breakfast was an hour ago Carla, we made you tea. But it’s cold now.” I know my parents are overreactive but this? This is just wrong, I did not know the breakfast was a certain time. ”Couldn’t you at least have told me that breakfast was at 9.00 am?” I ask them with an angry undertone. God, parents can be so annoying. ”We always eat breakfast at 9.00 am” What an exellent way to begin my break. ”I’m sorry mom I’m sorry dad. Is there anything left for me?” I give up, because I know I won’t win this one, Not today. But I will fight. Because I’m not going to get up this early to eat breakfast the whole summer. ”I’m so sorry sweetie, but no. We ate it all. If you want to you can get an apple in the garden” I roll my eyes, my parents live in the belief that just because we have an apple tree in our garden we will always have delicious apples. But we don’t, they have not taken care of it in the whole time we’ve been owning this house. ”Sure, thank you. I’ll be going out later. Bye, Love you both” I lie and leave the room.

 I quickly go back into my room again, and change to the first bikini I find. A cute polka dot that covers quite a lot of skin. I’m not allowed to ”look sexy” for my mom. I put my hideous shorts back on and a sheer shirt over my bikini. My mom would kill me if she found out. I then leave though the door in my room. There’s not one room in our house that does not have a door that leads outside. As I walk past ur apple tree I see a fully edible apple. I pick it and head to the ”city” of the Island. There is no actual city but because people live here there are a kiosk, a supermarket and a store that sells fishing eqipment. I walk past the trees that, even though this is the hottest summer ever recorded here, are still green. It usually does not take very long to walk. But I decide to take it slow. There’s nothing here to do for a fifteen year old girl. Especially since there’s no internet outside the wifi zones at some houses. (Yes, not all houses have wifi at this island) I arrive at the kiosk and I’m not entierly sure what to buy. Honestly I’m not sure why I’m here. ”I like your shirt kid” The man who works here tells me. That’s a big no, since he’s like 50 and my shirt is transparent. So I order the cheapest ice cream and leaves as fast as I can. I decide to go to my ”spot” where I can be alone so I dont have to deal with creeps like him.