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from Don't Let Go by Karla Martinez

Copyright © 2019 Karla Martinez

Life Wonders

While pretending to be asleep, at some point I did. When I opened my eyes again, we were already parking at the beach house or beach mansion rather. It was incredible to open my eyes to the view of a bright blue ocean. The surface glittered with the bright sun on top, white sand spreading all over. The air felt salty and wet. As the waves crashed on shore the wind would bring in the air a little spray of water that made it feel kind of cool. I knew for a fact that everybody in Horizon High was very rich or rich enough; of course, Miles parents would have a huge mansion as a vocational house. He was just a spoiled rich brat and he loved to brag about it. Although I wasn't surprised if all of them had some fancy getaway places thanks to their families. It was something that didn't interest me at all.

The house was huge with an amazing deck, the pool just a huge as the garden with the ocean view. The porch decorated with lively colored flowers, an enchanting garden with green grass, and amazing Caribbean flowers. Everyone entered the immense house, a gentle-looking lady welcomed us. She looked motherly and super tan. Giving everyone a separate room, I felt glad. Obviously, the last thing everyone wanted to do was to sit around and not start partying. I was already looking for a bed though. The trip had and lack of sleep from the night before got me tired enough to sleep for days. Not that I had much to do with the rest of the group. I was there for a reason, to enjoy the vacation was not that reason. she took me to mine.

"Are you alright, Miss?" Yolanda the housekeeper asked while leading me to my room. I sighed feeling the cold sweat rolling down my body. Not a good a sign. My room was just next to Amy's which was good. I didn't need more stress by having a room next to Cameron or Aubrey. I needed to distance myself from the torture they caused me every moment I had the misfortune to share with them.

"Yes, thanks for asking." I lied trying to match her polite tone. Taking a seat on the cloudy textured bed, letting my body relax.

"Why didn't you want to go to the ocean?" Yolanda asked. She felt like a grandmother, warm and loving. Nothing like my real grandmother. An independent lady that couldn't leave her beloved New York City and her wealthy lifestyle. I liked the way Yolanda looked, it made me feel comfortable enough to spend my time with her and not being the outsider in Aubrey's adventure.

"Actually, my feet are killing me. I'm still tired from the trip." I explained, in part, it wasn't a total lie. I was tired, but I learned my lesson, next time I would just wear flat shoes, it wasn't like anyone would car...











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