Personal Narrative On The Beach

I smiled at the thought of my mother’s smiling face as I slipped the bikini straps over my shoulders and tied a small knot. I glanced in the mirror and studied my reflection. I never really considered myself pretty, just average looking. I didn’t have huge hips like the other girls, and I didn’t fill out my top or bottoms as much as I’d like to. I never had a curvy body, and I probably never will. After pulling on a cream netted cover-up I pulled out some mascara and coated my eyelashes generously. There, that helps a bit. I walked over to my bathroom and grabbed the showerhead. I carefully washed the avocado-mixture from my hair before towel drying it. My hair had grown a lot over the past few years. I used to just brush my shoulders in a

I locked the door on my way out and walked over to my orange Range Rover and jumped into the front seat. I had just bought this car after I’d fallen in love at one of my mother’s friend’s car shows. I took a deep breath and appreciated the thick smell of leather. I love that new car smell. I revved up the engine and pulled out of our long driveway. The large metal gates opened silently and I drove through and turned left towards the beach. The beach was only twenty minutes away from our secluded mansion, but it gave me plenty of time to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to encounter. Willow was probably going to be surrounded my men just itching to get her alone, because her captivating looks and easy attitude were alluring. While Rosemary would be drunker than a skunk, probably dancing on a stage with her top off. She’d done that once before and I got the glorious pleasure of throwing her in the freezing ocean to sober her up enough to put some clothes on. I had been playing mother for her ever since mom died, and it is getting old fast. After twenty minutes of listing things that could go wrong, I pulled into the beach parking lot. The whole lot was full, which wasn’t surprising. It only concluded my thoughts that there was in fact a party going on. A large portion of the cars were parked on the actual beach because the lot was full, so I drove for five minutes away from the

The bass vibrated through my bones as I came closer to the large speakers that lined the crowd. How on earth am I going to find Rosemary now? I stood on my tiptoes in an effort to spot her blonde head, which was stupid. About 95 percent of the female population at this party is blonde. Brown hair wasn’t very common here, making me the odd one out. I pulled out my phone and sent her a text asking where she was, but before I could even shove my phone back into my purse I heard the music stop and a familiar voice over the