One and Only

The Beach

Luckily, the directions were simple, and I copied it down. I also checked for stores around the beach area.

After thirty minutes, I rinsed the paste off of me and sat down on the sofa to watch T.V. Randomly flipping through the channels, I stopped when I saw that Cake Boss was on. I love this show! They make the most amazing cakes. Right now, they were making a cake with a Sesame Street theme. My eyelids started getting heavier and I fell asleep shortly after that.

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I woke up the next morning feeling a little sore. When I took a shower, I noticed my cuts and bruises were healed nicely. My body was a fast healer, probably because of the myriad times I had gotten scrapes, scratches, cuts, bruises, and sprained ankles. I sighed. Clumsy that I am, but I do love that about myself! It wasn't as if I could do anything about it so I might as well enjoy it!

The clock read 9:30 but I didn't want to go to the beach so early in the morning, so I ate breakfast, watched T.V., and read a book for a while. It wasn't until 12:00 I went upstairs and changed into dark blue skinny jeans and a gray sweatshirt. Not your typical beach clothes but I neither want to show any cuts and bruises nor go into the water. I'd just hang around and do something.

I went downstairs and got my keys to my car. We weren't poor as my mom got a really good salary. We had bought my car - small, black Nissan - just a week ago.

I drove according to the directions, and pulled into a parking space next to the beach in just fifteen minutes (there hadn't been too much traffic).

I started getting really nervous as I walked towards the beach. I don't particularly like big crowds filled with unknown faces, but I remained calm and headed towards a drink stand. I could really use a drink. While I was walking towards the stand, I noticed several guys looking at me. I knew I was really pretty, beautiful even, as I'd been told one too many times, and although I appreciate it, it did little to ease my self-consciousness.

While I was waiting in line, I tried to make a decision on what I want. Vanilla shake? No, not in the mood for it right now. Chocolate shake? Don't really like chocolate. Hmm...I guess I'll have a...strawberry milkshake! That sounded good and refreshing.

"What would you like ma'am?" the cashier asked.

"A strawberry milkshake, please." I answered politely.

"A strawberry milkshake. Okay. It'll be done in a few minutes. Oh! That'll be $3.29." she smiled.

I took out $3.29, not wanting any change. "Okay, here you go."

I stood off to the side so other people could order. As I was waiting, I took in my surroundings. The sparkling ocean looked really peaceful and lovely. Where the water was deeper the water was a darker blue, and lighter blue meant it wasn't as deep. Oceans amazed me and now finally I got to live by one! Not that Colorado was bad, but I already liked it here more. Maybe I cou-

"Excuse me, ma'am, here's your milkshake." the lady gave it to me.

"Oh. Thank you." I took it and walk away.

I took a sip. It was good! Definitely the best milkshake I have ever had so far!

Sauntering down the sidewalk, a rental bike shop caught my attention.

"Would you like to rent a bike and ride it around the beach?" A kind man asked me.

"Sure! I'd love too!" I said excitedly.

"Choose your bike and go to that table over there." he pointed and I nodded.

I scrutinized all the bikes and I saw one about my size. It was entirely navy blue with white swirly designs on it. I got that bike and went to the table. The guy sitting there was called Steve.