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Guitar Strings And Beach Walks - Zack Merrick [earthtosierra]

The second I got out of the car, I folded my arms across my chest and glared at my family.

Dragging me on the family holiday meant that I was going to be driven insane by my pestering sister. Not what I would call a lovely family holiday when you hate each others guts.

I'd begged my brother if I could stay with him, but my parents put their foot down and I lost.

So I was stuck in the middle of nowhere. I was silently thankful that the beach was a short five minute walk away.

Ignoring my father who was yelling something at my mother, I caught wind of an acoustic guitar from the caravan next to our and I couldn't help but gently sing along to the song, recognising it as Therapy.

I was a big fan of All Time Low. I enjoyed their music, and I understood the message. Numerous times I listened to Stay Awake, the acoustic version. There was something about it which made me fall in love with it, and it calmed me down. My favourite was Paint You Wings from the newest record, Don't Panic.

The guitar stopped and I carried on singing it as my dad called me over, pointing towards my luggage, which I went to collect and dragged it inside.

"Where are you going to sleep Sierra?" My sister's high pitched voice made my singing stop and I grumbled under my breath.

"In the living room Tessa. I'm not going to share a room with you." I muttered as my father walked into the door.

"Sierra, please."

"No. I'm sleeping in here on the pull out bed. End of." I muttered and duped my stuff in the corner of the room. My mum sighed but she dragged her stuff through and I went back out to the car, pulling out my guitar and some of the shopping that mum got when we were arrived here.

Being 21, I could look after myself easily, seeing as mum and dad tended to go on overseas trips. I didn't have the most fabulous relationships with my parents, but they were there for me none-the less.

Placing my guitar with my bags, I moved the shopping into the kitchen and I started unpacking. When my mother passed me, she kissed my cheek in thanks and I smiled back at her.

She brought in the rest of the bags and I finished unpacking before I finally grabbed my guitar and went outside, sitting on the grass.

I started to strum lightly before I did a few chords from Sum 41's Fat Lip, a smile gracing my lips.

Then I changed the chords and started playing Avenged Sevenfold's 'So Far Away'.

I hadn't realised that I'd gotten so lost in the song until my sister opened the window which was where I presumed her room was.

"Shut the fuck up with that bullshit Sierra. You know I hate it." She glared at me and I shrugged my shoulders as I continued playing it, earning a huff of frustration from my sister.

I grinned and mentally bowed to myself as I kept playing.

I alternated between different songs, singing with some and just humming where the lyrics should be for others.

My mother joined me and I sung 'I'm Yours' to her and she laughed whilst singing along. It was more or less our song because it was the first song I learned on the guitar, and she was the first person to hear it. Since then, whenever mum had been present when I practiced, I always played that song to her.

"We'll be eating soon sweetheart, what do you want?" I paused my playing for a moment hearing a faint 'thank fuck' coming from my sister.

"What are we having food wise?"