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Post by ANASTASIA POET MILANO on Oct 30, 2011 10:44:00 GMT -5
 
anastasia yawned loudly before pushing the covers off her body. she got up and stretched, then looked at the clock on her nightstand. it was one in the afternoon. even though anastasia should be excited, she was downright depressed. she had spent many days doing nothing in this room all because she wanted to avoid seeing her siblings again. she had seen emerald and while the meeting wasn't as bad as she expected, it was on that she would want to avoid. she didn't need another shocked sibling. anastasia hated it though. she was not used to being stuck inside all day. she loved being outdoors, she loved feeling the breeze blow through her hair. and it was a beautiful day out.
she looked out the apartment window, just like she had so many days before. except this time she was not going to spend all day looking at it. she was going to go out. anastasia hopped into her bathroom and showered, letting her hair dry on its own. she shaved and slipped into her bikini. she wasn't sure if it was cold outside so she put a sweatshirt over her bikini and some shorts. she slipped into her converse and grabbed her bag which she filled with sunscreen, a towel, some sandals, and her wallet. then she walked out of her apartment and outside. it wasn't that cold outside but there was a lot of wind which anastasia personally loved. she hated sweating and smelly stinky.
she walked to the beach which took a good ten minutes but anastasia didn't really mind. she enjoyed walking, it helped keep her calm though sometimes her thoughts went wild and she ended up giving herself a headache. yes, she was a little strange girl but you couldn't change her. the beach was full of people, most of them families that wanted to enjoy the weather, stasia found a spot close to the water where she laid her towel down. she put sunscreen over her body. sadly, she got some in her eyes and ran to the water so she could wash it off. then ehr problem was enduring the salt that end up in her eye. she ran back to her spot and wiped her eye furiously with her beach towel.
only thing like that would happen to her. she wanted to go into the water but she felt so comfortable. the sun was hitting her but the wind was keeping her cool. she was close to fall asleep when she felt sand splatter all over her face. she coughed rather loudly before getting up. "excuse you!" she said rather loudly before looking to see who it was.
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Post by blaine on Nov 8, 2011 7:00:32 GMT -5
sitting on his surfboard blaine looked back at the beach and he grinned slightly. there was no better feeling, sitting on a surfboard, feeling the waves move underneath you, watching the people looking at you, feeling the wind from the ocean run through your hair, he loved it, loved everything about surfing. he'd done it for years, his dad had brought him his first surfboard when he was five, after blaine had begged and begged him for weeks, he finally relented and well, thirteen years later blaine was still doing the sport, it was like horse riding, he could do it forever, that and racing cars at the local raceway, he wanted to do that for a living, he knew it scared his parents, but hey, it was money, it was fun, and he loved it. what else was there?
looking back over his shoulder blaine grinned when he saw a wave forming and he started to paddle his arms through the water, his chest against the board as he moved to get enough speed to catch the wave, feeling the right moment he put his foot underneath him and forced himself onto his feet, balancing out as he braced his knee's for the curve of the wave and he grinned, riding the wave and spinning his foot slightly so the borad moved, shifting to stay balanced as the board reached the end of the wave and he grinned, falling back off the board on his own accord and feeling the water engulf him as he pushed himself off the bottom of the sand and he broke the surface of the water, grabbing the board and taking it out of the water.
running a hand through his wet hair he started to walk up the beach, the board tucked under his left arm and his wetsuit soaking wet still. he shook the water from his hair again, hating the way his fridge sat wet on his forehead and he walked up the sand, not noticing who was laying on the ground, he heard her talk and he knew the voice, looking down he grinned, about to say something that he knew would annoy his little sister, but then, he stopped, his smile dropping slightly and he shifted back a step. "Sorry . . didnt see you there . . . " Em had told him she'd ran into this girl down in a coffee shop in town, and here he was in front of her, his hand running through his hair again. "Your . . your em's sister . . arent you?" He said, his eyes looking her over slightly.
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Post by ANASTASIA POET MILANO on Nov 8, 2011 10:17:54 GMT -5
usually anastasia wasn't so rude, but she had been so calm. it was actually rare for her to be so calm. she was usually a big bundle of energy, the life of the party, the girl people liked having around. but ever since she came to rosses point she felt as if the life had been sucked out of her. she rarely had anyone to hang out with, she was barely meeting people after all, and she spent her days alone. yes, the great anastasia milano spent her days alone. back home, that would have been the warning to raise the alarm. but here, it was as if she didn't even exist. she sighed before looking up to see who had disrupted her sleep. and boy did she like what she saw. it was the hottest boy, with one of the best bodies that she had ever seen. and he was smiling at her.. then frowning. what the hell anastasia thought as she ran a hand through her hair.
was there something wrong with her? did the sand make her eyes all red and weird looking. anastasia went over all the things that could be wrong with her when she heard what he said. did she just heard him correctly. he said that she was em's sister. why would he say sister? why wouldn't he say em, or summer. maybe he's just emerald's friend anastasia thought though that was highly unlikely. after all, this was a small town and most people knew each other. given, some because of hateful reasons but they knew each other nonetheless. anastasia bit her lip trying to figure out what to say. maybe he did mean summer and she had nothing to worry about. then he wouldn't go off and tell summer about it if he did know her. but anastasia had never been one to lie. she was always honest, given she was really blunt, but she was not a liar.
maybe she could just pretend without lying. like just saying, yeah i'm em's sister and ignoring him every time he called her summer. that wasn't lying, right? stasia truly didn't know and it seemed to complicated to do that. if she hated it when she was little, she should have hated it now. "do you mean summer" she asked. anastasia wanted to pretend, she really did, but what did it matter. if she lied and he ended up bumping into summer then she would be confused and there would be more drama than there needed to be. so she told the truth. "because i'm not summer, im anastasia. and yeah i am em's sister" stasia said. she had already confessed it twice in two days, hopefully it would be a while before she had to do it again.
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