August 2013

Avery's P.O.V.

Friday

It's high tide tonight. I'm still wide awake. I usually don't sleep that much, willingly at least. I tend to stay awake all night, it's better than the nightmares that come with sleep. I usually stay on our back porch. Staring out at the sky and sea. Here in Florida it gets chilly during the night, but I don't mind. I moved to Florida from Minnesota when I was 15. My sister, Annabelle, who's three years my senior, and I have a beach house. Which is expensive but we both have well paying jobs and Annabelle's boyfriend, Drake, helps out when he needs to- which isn't that often. We moved to Florida after our dad died. Our mother died giving birth to me and our dad in a terrible plane crash on his way back from a business trip. Annabelle was already 18 then so I was able to live with her instead of a foster home since our parents had no will and she was already an adult legally. It was a real struggle at first but we're back on our feet. My dad always told me I look like my mother and my sister that she looks like his mother who died when he was young. I see how she looks like our deceased grandmother from pictures I've seen. However, I don't see how he thought I look like my mother. In the pictures, she is so beautiful. I... well, I'm not at all beautiful. I'm 18 now with frizzy hair that I dye brown from it's natural dirty blonde, I have dull, grey, squinty eyes, and I have a short, chunky figure. It's no wonder I don't have a boyfriend. Whereas Annabelle, well it's easy to see how she has an amazing boyfriend who adores her. She's smart, charming, bubbly, with natural curly, honey brown hair, hazel eyes and has a skinny figure. For the age of 21, she's mature, smart, and beautiful, which is hard for guys to find in girls these days. Everybody she meets loves her. With me, though... No. I don't like meeting new people. I have my sister and one best friend. That's all I need.

I've been zoning out for so long that I haven't noticed what time it is. I peer through our back door to our clock that reads 5:30 am. The sun should be coming up soon. I suddenly notice a crouched figure just about 20 feet from our porch. I slowly approach.

"Um... what are you doing?" I hesitantly ask. I notice it's a boy, probably around 18 or 19, with curly brown hair.

"Well, I was out for a jog and I saw this little guy trying to get untangled form this washed up seaweed, so I decided to help him," he replied in a deep, raspy, british accent while holding up a small turtle.

"Oh. Okay, then." I say awkwardly, dying to get out of this situation.

"I'm Harry Styles, and you?" He asks all while standing up and offering his hand for me to shake, which I decline.

"Avery Harris. Now are you done saving animals off my property or is there a washed up dolphin or beached whale here that you want to rescue?" I ask harshly. I know it seems rude for someone I just met, but he doesn't seem like the kind of person I'd like. What with his tattoos and whatnot


"I suppose I'm finished. Well, since it's almost 6," he said looking at his watch, "I'll get back to my jog. I'll see you around, since I just moved in down the block and all." With that he put his headphones in and jogged off.

I scoff and walk into my house, plopping on the couch while turning on the TV and watching The Office on Netflix.


*Later that morning*

Annabelle walks in and mumbles a "Mornin' " while yawning. "Do you want some coffee?" she asks.

"Sure. I can make breakfast." I reply while getting up. While she makes the coffee, I start making french toast.

"Make sure you look decent today. We're going over to bring a pie to the family that just moved in down the block later as a welcome to the neighborhood." Annabelle tells me while pouring coffee into two mugs.

"Ugh! I just want a lazy Friday." I tell her while mixing creme into my mug and pouring syrup on my french toast.

"You have a lazy Friday every time you have one off!" Annabelle jokes with me.

"I know." I say with a smile as we start eating breakfast on the couch.


The real reason I don't want to go, though, is because I really don't like Harry and I don't want to see him often.

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