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Post by OLIVIA BROOKE DIXON on Jul 9, 2014 19:18:51 GMT -5
Man, is it hot! Olivia tried to even her heavy breathing. Her worn out sneakers were wet and soggy from the rising tide, and her auburn hair was plastered to her face with sweat. I swear it was never this hot back in Maine, she thought. It was a hot day at Seaview, with the temperature being 92 degrees Fahrenheit. It was a great day for a swim, but not so much for a run.
The heat was a weakness for Olivia while running. It often led to headaches, dizziness, vomiting, and at worst, collapsing. She glanced down at her watch that displayed a time of eight minutes and four seconds. It felt like she had been running for hours. Water. I need water. Olivia desperately tried to push aside the dryness of her throat, and think of something else.
She had been at Seaview University for about a week, but her classes hadn’t started yet. She was asked to arrive at the campus two weeks before school started, as she was a member of Seaview’s Cross-Country team. Olivia was starting to realize why practice was cancelled for today.
If only the water wasn’t salty, she wished. Liv scanned the beach as far as her eyes could go. But to her disappointment, it was deserted. Most of the students had not even arrived at the school, but the ones who did were inside, or off doing their own thing. The students inside had the advantage of air conditioning, and Liv almost wished she never set out for that run. But it wasn’t worth stopping now. She was on her way back, running a loop on the beach. Her knees had begun to feel weak and her head ached. A wave of dizziness suddenly came over her, and Olivia struggled to stay on her feet.
Just keep moving, she told herself. After this run I can relax in the water. Despite her attempts at reassuring herself, her body thought otherwise. She could have seen it coming, but was too stubborn to prevent it. Her knees bent involuntarily and she felt her legs collapse on the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2014 22:50:57 GMT -5
A mountain of water began curling around Aviana as she turned board sharply, getting inside the tube of water. Her fingers skimmed the edge of the waves, pulling her down so she didn't stick her head to far up and flip herself off of her surfboard. The wave was dying quickly so she broke out of the tube and jumped behind the wave. Her board didn't follow well and got caught in the white water of the wave, dragging Ana along with it. Instead of fighting to get back above water and risking losing her breath, she let herself get tossed around.
Once she was able to paw her way to the surface as the water got more shallow, Aviana stood herself up and detached the board from her ankle. The red patches on her body were evidence of being battered and thrown against the sand. Gently, Ana brushed the sand off of her skin as best as possible, trying not to disturb her scratched skin more than it already had been. She was beginning to miss her wet suit more than she thought she would.
Aviana plodded along the shore, trying to find where her stuff was laying. She scanned the sand for a while, trying to make out which direction she came from. The massive waves had pushed her down shore farther than she had expected them to. Oh well, your legs aren't broken, she sighed and held her board over her head, keeping the rays from beating down on her already heavily cooked skin. Only using commonsense, she walked in the opposite direction of the way she came so that she would hit familiar ground soon enough and could backtrack to find her blankets and food.
She sucked in a deep breath, the sand burning her drying bare feet. Soon enough she would be willing to drop her board in the sand and sprint to grass, even if that meant wasting the time she had to decorate her room before she came out for some night surfing. That was the part of the day she had been looking forward to the most, particularly because it wouldn't dry her skin off within ten minutes of being out of the water.
Ana stopped where she was in the sand, looking at the human body not far in front of her. It didn't look like someone who was stopping to pick up a seashell that may have washed up on shore, but then again, it wasn't supposed to. She tucked her surfboard under her arm and jogged up to the person, crouching down to their level.
Are you okay? she set her board down and kneeled down on it to keep from burning her tender skin. Her demeanor showed quite a bit of concern, but only because she knew some weren't used to hot weather like she was.
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It is better to be hated for what you are, than to be loved for what you are not
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Post by OLIVIA BROOKE DIXON on Jul 10, 2014 14:45:14 GMT -5
Yeah, um I think so. Olivia turned her body and sat up on the sand to see who she was speaking to. The girl who was crouching in front of her had a concerned look on her face. She was tall with a darker skin tone than herself, and was holding a surf board at her side. Cool, she thought. Olivia had always wanted to learn to surf, but her overly strict parents never allowed it.
Olivia wondered how long she had been laying in the sand. Somehow she couldn't even remember. She had caught her breath at this point, but was still sweating as profusely. She could feel her body cooking in the sun, and tried to remember if she had put on sunscreen or not. Olivia got to her feet and brushed the sand that had collected on her body. Her fluorescent t-shirt clung to her body with sweat, showing off her 4-pack through the shirt. She laughed, embarrassed, and tugged the shirt loose.
She smiled at the brunette standing in front of her. Thanks for checking on me. Speaking made Olivia recall how parched her throat was and her body craved water. She pushed the thought aside and looked into the grey eyes before her. The girl looked just as athletic as herself, and was a little over her height. Olivia was all at once quite embarrassed. She realized that the first person she encountered at this new, unfamiliar school could have just possibly seen her collapse from a run.
How long has she been watching me, she nervously speculated. Did she see the whole thing? I could have sworn nobody else was around. Olivia imagined how pathetic she looked. A new girl that nobody knew just collapse on the ground. Due to the heat. Oh gosh. She tried to plaster on a smile so that the girl wouldn't be able to see through to her embarrassment. As her parents had taught her well, Liv stuck out a hand to shake. Hi, I'm Olivia. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 21:16:37 GMT -5
Aviana let out a pathetic laugh as soon as the girl spoke. She was a bit unsure if she even wanted to know what happened, but curiosity was creeping in. How this unfamiliar girl had ended up in the sand the way she did was a bit confusing, but nothing she was afraid to try and guess. The brunette in front of her looked like she was athletic enough to handle herself but who was she to make conclusions about others. The only thing she was sure of was that she was rather jealous of the girl's green eyes.
Not a problem, I was worried for a second, Ana smiled kindly, after she rolled to her heels and stood straight up as well. She could tell something in the back of her blue bikini bottoms wasn't sitting right but she was hesitant to get caught with her hands behind her back, rearranging herself in front of someone she had just met. As soon as the girl fixed her shirt Aviana took the opportunity to fix her bottoms without looking like a creeper, laughing only slightly when the other girl did. Wow, awkward. Congratulations. It probably wasn't as bad as it seemed but she was terrible at first impressions.
She shook the girl's hand, smiling a bright, toothy grin. Hey, I'm Aviana. Feel free to call me Ana if you want, she stressed the pronunciation of her nickname. Most of the people she meet pronounced it the wrong way, sounding like Ann instead of on. Every time someone said it that way, her tolerance level for them dropped lower and lower. Stop it, she tried to get her mind off of anything negative and tucked her board under her arm.
Do you mind me asking what happened? She figured she'd get her own idea on whether or not the girl needed some help, rather than just going Olivia's word. Not that she didn't trust her word, but if Aviana was hurt, tired, irritated, or sick, she would have hidden it anyway. |
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