• I hate moving. I really don’t want to leave Florida to go all the way to Seaside, Califoria. I know it is sunny there but I am leaving so much behind...including my mom she died in a car accident six months ago...after that I have never been the same. I quiet cheerleading...I closed myself up. I don’t hang out with my friends anymore. I wear a lot of black now too. But I am the only girl in my family were my moms death took a really big toil. My sister who is just two years younger tries not to remember...but I can’t stop remembering my moms smile and laugh.
    I guess my dad wants me to try to go back to my normal self and the only way he thinks I can do that is by moving to the west coast...but it wont be the same it will never be the same without my mom.
    So now here I am in my new room in my new house unpacking all my new stuff and all my old stuff. I start at a new school in just one month. At least my dad bought me a new car [another way to try to make me forget about my mom I think]. I can here my sister playing songs in the next room that our mom used to love to listen too.
    I can here her crying and I know that she is going to be walking into my room any minute. So I start walking to the balcony that is outside my room that over looks the beach. I have about one more minute before my sister comes running to me crying about how much she misses our mom...so I am just going to enjoy my last few minutes before I start to cry my eyes out... as I look out over the beach [witch is also a privet beach] and I see a guy who is about my age [16 or 17 I think]. He is just sitting on the beach about twenty yards from me looking over the ocean.
    "Alnggie!" my sister sobs.
    "I know" I say "I miss her too. you can cry in front of me Tretie" I am going to start crying so while I can still see I look back over to the guy on the beach. He is looking at me I look straight into his eyes his warm brown eyes and than he mouths to me "Sorry about your loss" and gets up and walks away...
    What did he mean by sorry about your loss it doesn’t make any since at all dad said no one here would know about mom until me or my sister told them... so how would he know... but I cant think of it right now because my sister is crying and dad is going to be home soon.
    Dad brings home take out for dinner... he can see the red around my eyes and Tretinte so he doesn’t talk much that night... on my way upstairs I remember how whenever we moved mom would always come into my room to say goodnight but tonight she wont. When I get into my room I grab a blanket and pillow off my bed and head out to my balcony to lay on one of my cushioned white beach chairs that are long enough to stretch out my legs...I look up at the sky to see the stars above me... a few minutes later I was asleep.
    That night I dreamed about the guy on the beach that I saw today...he was just looking at me sing...no humming a very strange song I looked into his eyes again but this time they are a blue that reminds me of the ocean pulling me inward letting me look at his soul...then he leans in close to my ear and says "Met me tomorrow on the beach at 10 in the morning." than he kisses my forehead and leaves.
    I wake up at 8:30 automatically run in to my bathroom and jump into the shower...when I get out I change into some short and a tank top and put on my running shoes and go down stairs to find some fruit to eat...I cant find any so I grad a power bar and my cell phone and head out the door...on my way down to the beach I keep telling myself that it was just a dream that he wouldn’t be there...but when I get there he is getting ready to go running too...about a minute into my run he runs up to me and says "Good morning I don’t think I have seen u around here before. Did u just move here?"
    What can I say besides "Yeah me and my sister just moved here with our dad."
    He replies "Oh than welcome to Seaside. I am Alexander Lykinyas. But you can call me Alex."
    He holds out his hand and I take it saying "I am Alggineria Boliseas. It’s nice to meet you Alex."
    And than we just smile at each other for a second, than Alex pulls away his hand and says "Want to turn around and race back down the beach?"
    What more could I say besides "Sure loser has to buy water." Than I think water really that is so nerdy. But than as I look up at him. Wow he is so much taller than me... he smiles down at me and says "Deal".
    All I can say is that I am happy I still kept running when I was in Florida because if I didn’t I would be so winded right now. I am running as fast as I can and I am just barely keeping up with him... when we reach a bend in the beach he slows down but I don’t. I take that turn full speed and the next thing I know is that I am about a yard in front of him now...it feels so good to run fast again I cant remember the last time I ran this fast
    When we are about ten yards away from were we started he says loud enough for me to hear "Fine you win!", but I don’t slow down until I cross the path that I started from. My legs give than...I fall down and just lay down in the sand so I can catch my breath. Alex sits down next to me and puts his arms around his knees. he leans his head on his knees and pants "no one... has ever...beat me...before"
    I just tell him "Get used to it I was the fastest back in Florida"
    "Alright come on." he gets up and brushes of his sorts “lets head up to the Pizza place just down the street and I will buy you a slice of pizza too." he helps me up and we start walking up the path that leads up to the street and start down the street. Than I realize that he took off his shirt. I can’t say I didn’t like to see him without a shirt but dang he looks so hot!
    But that makes me sad because me and my mom used to hang out on the beach in Florida and she would ask me "So what guys do you like today?" and she would give me this look that always made me laugh. Of course remembering that makes me what to cry. I try to hold back but my breath gets caught in my throat. He looks down at me and sees I am not to happy and that I might start to cry any second and so he asks me "What’s wrong Alggineria you look really sad".
    That toke me by surprise sort of. I look into his eyes and I am looking into the eyes of a guy who understands. I see that if I tell him he will really understand and would tell me something that has happened to him that made him go through this once. I don’t know what too say to him though how could I tell him that my mom died...