Shorts, Bikinis, and Cute Launch Drivers
Chapter 1
Part 2
I go to my locker. I don’t have anything that I need, I just needed to take one last look at my pink locker. Pink everything, everywhere. I’m not much of a girly girl, but pink shows the small feminine side of me. I take a deep breath and smile as I close the metal door.
Right as I do, I feel something cold and wet hit my neck.
“What the-” I start. I hear a familiar, low laugh behind me and turn around quickly. Peter, one of my best friends, laughs as he holds a cup of ice in his hands. “You little leprechaun!” I shout. Peter was Irish. Everything about him made it obvious he was. His bright red hair, freckles, pointed ears, piercing blue eyes and even his voice had a hint of an Irish accent in it. He looked exactly like a leprechaun, except he was tall and muscular. In fact, a lot of people referred to him as a “Hottie.” I call him my annoying leprechaun. But he hates to be called that. That’s exactly why I do.
His face turns serious. “Don’t call me that, Scarlettina!” He says, calling me by my real name. I hated to be called that. I have no idea why that’s my name. My mom is the only person who calls me that, but she is never home, so it doesn’t happen to often. I prefer to be called Scar. Most Adults call me Scarlett which isn’t as bad as Scarlettina, but I still hate it.
I roll my eyes and join Peter, who had started walking down the hall.”Afternoon plans?” He asks.
I pull my ipod out of my bag and put one of the buds in my left ear, turning on Take That’s, A Million Love Songs. “I have to pick up Vincent and drop him off at therapy. Then I was going to go out to the boat. Wanna come? I think Yolo’s coming, too,” I say. Vincent was my little brother. He was 9 and he had Autism. I loved Vincent. I was probably the most closest to him then anyone else. He could always make me smile. It tore me to shreds when I saw other kids pointing and laughing at him. If only they gave him a chance. Underneath the shy kid he is at school, is the biggest ball of sunshine. Yolo was my other best friend. She was 19 and exactly wasn’t the best role model. She was a high school drop-out and she was working as a waitress in a diner, but she knew exactly how to live life. I had met her while sailing. She was the craziest, funniest, most outrageous person I had ever met, and that was exactly what I loved about her. Her real name was Yolanda, but she wanted to be called Yolo, standing for ‘You Only Live Once.’
“Definitely!” Peter says, climbing into the passenger side of my rusty jeep. I start the car and drive out of the parking lot, letting the wind blow my black hair in every direction.
This was going to be the best Summer ever!
THIS IS A STORY THAT I WILL FINISH!!! IN THE PAST I HAVE SAID THAT I WOULD FINISH A STORY AND DON'T BUT THIS ONE WILL BE FINISHED!!! Okay so I couln't fit the whole thing in here but this is the second half of the first chapter. For those of you who are wondering, a launch driver is a person who drives a launch (obvi) but a launch is a boat tht takes you from the dock to your boat at like a yacht club. Some people call them water taxis but I personally hate that, so I say launch like almost everyone else. Okay, so slow start, but it WILL get better. Promise!
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