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The waves glided softly towards the sand. I wriggled my toes as an attempt to dispose of the damp sand in between them. I had been staring intently at the water and its movement as I tried to not settle my mind on the fact that we would be leaving Miami. Everything had occurred so abruptly and dad hadn’t given a proper explanation as to why we would be leaving.
I glanced over my shoulder, analyzing the oceanfront house rental we had been staying in. The oak house stood out gravely compared to the others within its vicinity. The large windows reflecting the clear blue waters, was my favorite feature about the house. The palm trees surrounding the home made it difficult to see, but any outsider would be intrigued as to what the trees were hiding. The grey roof gave the house a modern look while the fresh oak contrasted greatly with it.
I turned back around and took a deep breath relishing in the smell of the refreshing salty water. I find it alluring how something that looks so serene could create such a slow and painful death. I dived into the ocean, loving the feeling of the water on my warm skin. I allowed my body to float upwards and stared up at the clear blue sky. I relaxed my mind and just listened, although, it was difficult due to the water that had entered my earlobes.
My peace was soon snatched away from me as I heard my sister’s gnarly voice shout my name. I rolled my eyes and swam back to the shore. I stomped towards the van that was now fully loaded, my sister in tow. I walked past my dad who was just shutting the bumper of the mini-van and walked up the polished stairs to the now bare bathroom. I grabbed a towel off the rack and cleaned myself dry. I stared at myself in the mirror. My honey blonde hair, that I inherited from my mom, looked a chestnut brown and damp. My forest, green doe eyes scanned my face. My feathery, full eyebrows and long, black, eyelashes that sat comfortably on my eyelids. Light freckles were littered across my button nose and my plump cherry pink lips which were quivering from my swim in the ocean.
I contemplated on whether or not I should take a shower but knowing dad he’d complain at how we were wasting time and needed to catch the stupid flight. Before leaving, I checked my room incase anything was forgotten, gosh it looked so bare. I made my way to the mini-van.
“I call shotgun”, my sister shouted as she zoomed past me.
I rolled my eyes as I got into the back of the van. Putting in my air pods and dreading the trip ahead of us.
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