Star of my Sea
Liana’s POV
I’m currently sitting in a dingy old train. I’m trying to make the best of a horrible situation: the train is rattling so hard I’m afraid we’ll all die, there’s no WiFi, and there’s a creepy old man staring at me from across the train.
I’m writing in my journal to pass the time and desperately cling to my last few moments of FREEEDOOMMM and to remember the shards of memories that cling to me, reminding me with a jolt that I won’t be back to the city for two months.
I’ve never enjoyed my two-week breaks in Seashell Cove. I hated the claustrophobia, the quiet. I like bright lights, buzzing cities and people who never sleep, just because they never have the time.
I’m ignoring the constant buzzing of my phone, flurries of text messages from friends that refused to give me a home for two months, just ’cause my parents are crazy.
Moving on…
Here’s a list of things I hate about Seashell Cove:
1.    No shops. Unless you count “the Fashion Rack”, and if you do count that, you have a sad, sad life.
2.    The people. All so dull and “how’s the weather”, “how’s Maurice, I heard he was in town for the week”.
3.    The landscape. So…soft and boring. All whitewashed cottages and bungalows, with the odd stone mansion. The seascape is pretty, sure, but you get tired of it very, very easily.
4.    Sailing. What’s attractive about sitting out on an old dinghy for a few hours, freezing, hungry and bored?
5.    STELLA STEVENSON.
 
Later
Right, I’ve landed in Seashell Cove. Gah, wish me luck!