Clara and I had our last can of beer. It’s been 2 hours since we got here. My phone is still turned off. I don’t want to receive anything from anyone.
“Hey, you’re a minor right?” Clara asked and I rolled my eyes. Yes, I may be minor, but these things that happen in my life makes me fully mature.
“Yes, I am just 17. But it is not a big deal whether I am 17 or 18 or 20. This world is really messing with me, so why would I choose to be the saint?” I said and Clara chuckled. She sips the last drop of her beer and rests her body in the sand.
The alcohol is now getting to my body. We both have 3 cans of beer but I feel like I am a little tipsy. I stare at the sea and its glistening water. The moon makes its water more pretty. The wind is blowing cold and gives me a shiver down my s
