My Beach House

My Beach House

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I pushed open the doors to my high school and all the heads turned as usual. I saw the jocks, the nerds, and the misfits. Everyone was wishing they were with me or wishing they were me. My strawberry blonde hair bounced in wavy curls. I turned the corner to more people fawning over me. Then there was one guy that was turned the other way. He was opening his locker when I walked past him. Who was that? Why was he not paying attention to me? I'm not a spoiled brat that craves attention like some girls at my school. I'm actually nice and pretty which is why I get so much attention and why people like me. Except for that guy in the hallway. I opened the girls' bathroom door to meet my two best friends. Lidia and Maddie turned to face me reading the expression on my face. "Do you guys know a Zach Ritcher?" I asked recognizing the guy at the locker.
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Take a ride with Iris on this beautiful journey, where she learns to live with her past, an hopefully discovers secrets that help her find who she truly is. I sat over the boundary wall thinking all this all by to myself. Sitting on the terrace alone with those thoughts, was the only time I could be myself. Suddenly there was a thud. I was startled but held on firmly. No one is supposed to know I am here, what if they find out.. what will I do.......... I had no answers. With fear I turned around expecting someone familiar, someone who discovered me,my place and waiting for that nagging voice. But what I found was a guy, an unfamiliar face, which brought to me a feeling of relief. But at the same time I felt a strange sensation, feeling I don't know afraid. The guy, clad in yellow shirt and sweatpants, with messy jet black hair, and pretty eyes looking at me with a questionable look. I don't know just what to say. I am feeling I am being interrogated, but how can there be such an effect just with one expression? I mean I should be the one with questions, after all this rather unknown potentially dangerous guy just somehow jumps to my terrace and instead of giving an apology looks at me with those questionable eyes. I wonder who the hell he thinks he... "Ummm... Are u all right miss?"

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