Uncovering Hidden Cove
Chapter Two
I have no clue when it started. But every since I can remember I have hated Summer. No, I’m not in love with school, I’m no whiz at math and I hate science just as much as the next teenage girl. But, I’ve always hated the season. The heat, the burning sun, the gross, hot, sticky feeling, the sweat, the humidity, the chlorine-dried hair, the scraped legs, the sand all over the back of your wet legs, the sunburn, the feeling of having no meaning in life… I could go on and on all day. At least in the winter, you could where a stylish coat outside and your fine, but in Summer your makeup melts, and you have nothing to salvage you but the water, and who knows how many germs and bacteria there is in that! This place was a perfect nightmare for me. First off, there was sand EVERYWHERE. On the driveway, in the grass, lining the path, scattered around the house, on the deck, in the closet and dresser, and sprinkled on the bed and in the sheets. It was under the bed and on the shelves of the bookshelf in the living room. Sand gathers here the way dust gathers in the attic. Secondly, the sun rises in my window next to the bed which drives me absolutely bonkers when I’m awaken at 5:00am with a blinding light blasting through my window. To make it even worse, there’s not even any shades to lessen the brightness.
It’s been two days, and I am on the verge of having an emotional break down. My cell phone doesn’t have ANY service here for one, and I forgot my super-size bottle of hand sanitizer in my mom’s purse. I know what your thinking, there has to be some sanitizer at your aunt and uncles house…? Well, that’s what I thought. Oh, but of course they believe in “good old fashioned soap”, and it doesn’t even smell fruity. If I had to pick one trait for myself, I would pick “germ freak”. I cannot touch anything without feeling the urge to sanitize right afterwards. So these two days have been BRUTAL. To top it off, Lilly is having a blast. A girl next door named Mel is 13 years old and likes to “hang” with Lilly at the beach. Apparently Mel has inspired Lilly to be “more grown up” so that she could “hang with the teens”. According to my Aunt Carol, she turned thirteen less than a week ago. But Aunt Carol always turns the other cheek, she sees the good side of people and let’s little (or big) things slide right off. So every morning (two so far) we’ve had pretty much the same conversation at the breakfast table.
“Mel and Lilly are so cute,” She says, chomping loudly on her Cheerios. I glanced out the broad window right next to the “meal table”, Lilly and Mel were crossing over to the path that lead down to the beach like they did every morning. Mel was carrying a pink towel, and had a huge silver beach bag draped over her other shoulder. She was wearing a neon orange bikini top with teeny-tiny jean shorts and wedges, so tall she was about my height, and I’m 15. Suddenly Lilly and Mel stopped, Lilly bent down to tie her brand new bright pink laces on her converse shoes. Mel placed a hand on her hip, I squinted and saw she was wearing about 3 or 4 rings on her right hand, and her nails were painted black. She huffed and ruffled her short black hair, pushing her buggy sunglasses down her nose and saying something to Lilly. Lilly snapped right back up and started walking again, almost like she’d been shocked. Mel looked ridiculous with her huge sunglasses, she looked almost like a fly. I sighed and stared back down at my yogurt, stirring my spoon around the bowl slowly, “Yeah… I guess,” I looked back up at my Aunt Carol, still munching away on her Cheerios, “But, doesn’t Mel seem a little bit… Snotty to you?”
“Well, sometimes,” She said rushing to finish her “dirty sentence”, “But she’s also a really polite young lady and she gets along awfully well with her siblings”.
“I don’t know…” I replied, getting up with my still full yogurt bowl. I pictured little Lilly with her wispy curls and her tiny frame. She got up this morning at 7:00am to get ready to go with Mel to the beach. She made me help her pick out the perfect outfit and after an hour we finally got her into a pink tankini with purple stitching, Bermuda shorts, her converse, and a band tee for “Guns n’ Roses”. It was adorable. But I couldn’t help noticing that Lilly stood back when she was with Mel, she looked like she felt outshined, and almost… lost.
“Aunt Carol, who are Mel’s siblings anyway,” I asked, since she’d mentioned them twice already, I figured I’d ask.
“Oh well, there’s the youngest, Janie, she’s three and the cutest little sweet heart I have ever seen! Then there’s Mel, who’s turned 13 very recently, as you know… and there’s Caleb who’s 15, and David who is, err… 19 now… I presume”.
I looked up at her when she said Caleb… 15 and David… 19. I had no clue there was boys living right on the other side of the fence, I had showered in the out door shower, and sun bathed in my bikini. Oh lord, I thought, they probably got a load out of me falling off that hammock too many times to count on my hands… I reddened slightly and ducked my head, scrubbing my hands with the boring-smelling soap.
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