𝗟𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲
𝗔𝗹𝘁-𝗝"𝗔𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝘆, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝘁"
"𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗻"
"𝗣𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹, 𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘆, 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘆, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘆, 𝗺𝗼𝗲"
"𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲"
"𝗪𝗲𝙡𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥"
"Miss, where would you like me to take you?" The taxi driver asks me putting my luggage in the trunk.I get into the car, I'm at the airport.
I contemplate for a second if I wanted to go home and see Sarah or surf. "To the Camerons, please." I say.
Everyone knows the Cameron's, Ward Cameron, Rose Cameron, Sarah Cameron, Rafe Cameron and Sydney Cameron, most call me Syd.
The driver drops me off at my front gate. I pay him and start sneaking around the side of the house, my room is on the 3rd story.
It's perfect, my family went on a week ski trip without me because I was sick. I had disabled all of the security camera's and put secret passageways throughout the whole house. The most important one right now is the one that leads from behind a bush on the side of the house to my room.
A lot of stairs later I reach my room and open my mirror getting into my room.
I set down all of my stuff, change into a bikini real quick, grab my surf bored hanging on my wall and going back outside. I ran towards the closed beaches.