Enchanted

110 SPF

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    As I look at myself in the mirror in the morning, I flash my teeth in a fake smile. The mirror smiles back at me, without the understanding that the curves of my lips are mainly to check if there is any left over food stuck between my nearly straight teeth. There’s luckily no food trapped between any of my incisors and molars, so I decide to pick up my toothbrush and start to clean off any leftover plaque that my flosser didn’t get.

    I then move on with my morning routine by takeing a hot shower and wash my pale skin with “Bleu de Chanel” body wash. I knew that the scent was made for men, but the way that the smell stuck to my skin was intoxicating and my brain wouldn’t let me wash my body with any other. I put in a special hair color shampoo, and as I rinse my hair, streams of red soap fall down my curvy- yet not too chubby figure.

    I finish my morning routine with a set of whole grain Lego waffles, and a tall glass of orange juice. As I finish up cleaning after my breakfast, I grab my tote and head for the door to leave my house. Faintly, I hear behind me a slight cry- shit. A couple years ago, my family was lucky enough to adopt our first dog- a Lhasa Apso by the name of Toby. We’ve taken him into our humble abode for him to pee on our hardwood floors, poo on any sight of carpet, and to bark at us when we even go NEAR his food bowl. How appreciative? Yet, the moment he knows that we’re about to leave, he lets out a light cry that pulls at our heartstrings enough to wait another 5 minutes just to give him a nice belly rub before we leave.

    I planned on going to the beach today, and instead of copping out like I normally do, I’ve actually built up the energy to go. Hopefully my truck has the energy to make it down there. Last year, I bought my first truck- a 1997 Chevy k1500. Its a nice maroon color with a gold trim. It’s treat me well though the past couple of months, but since I live in the middle of the city, and the closest beach is atleast 30 miles away, making sure that I have enough gas to make it there an back is a must. I pull out my wallet out of my “I Love Tacos” tote just to check if I have extra money; fuck. Really? The $15 dollars that I had sitting there looks back at me confused by my disgust. I thought I had more in there....

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    Ever since I was a little kid, I loved going to the beach. Everything about it invited me in; the smell, the sand, the blue salty water, the shells that lay at the edge of the waves and sand. The only thing that I feared... the sun. I was ...blessed... with wonderful pale skin that FRYS under the suns harmful rays.. Luckily, I remembered my 110 spf sunscreen.  I spray the cold air on my skin, which sends goosebumps all the way up my arms and down my legs. I always hated applying this shit, it’s always so damn cold. BUT, I knew that I’d rather be cold than burning with red skin.

    Being at the beach always relaxed me. I layed out my sheet and put my own personal weights (my shoes, sunscreen and a bottle of water) on the corners to make sure that the seabreeze doesn’t take my sheet with it. I see that there is a small open space in the water below, so I walk down to take a quick dip before I lay down and listen to some music. As I slowly enter the ocean, I can notice little girls beside me gasping at the color of my hair. “She looks like the mermaid” one little girl blurts out. “Yeah! I wonder if she’s Ariel” the other one whispers aside.

I loved having my red hair. I was a natural blonde, but a few months back I was ready for a change. My parents wouldn’t let me get any piercings or anything, so I decided that it was innocent enough for me to dye my hair bright red. Now, when I say red I don’t mean like a ginger. I mean fire truck, ‘The Little Mermaid’ red. Not only did it bring out my baby blue eyes, but I loved  getting small compliments on it. Not many people talk to me, but getting small little comments on my hair makes my day.

    I make my way past the two gazing girls, and dive into a wave that was about to crash onto me. Going underwater was my favorite thing to do, I could feel the coldness brush on my cheeks, and I love the refreshed feeling I get when I come up for air. God Damn. The water is fucking cold. Well, that was nice. Now to sit in the sun and warm up.

    I head up to where my small sheet was laid out on the warm sand. I slowly sit myself down, being careful not to drag any sand onto my bed. I sink myself down and pull out my iPod out of my tote. I put my headphones in, lay back, and began to sink into another world (literally).

I lift you up, i'll never stop

You know i'd take you to another world

I build you up, i'll never stop

You know i'd take you to another world

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