A Look Into Cici's Life
"So are you going to Austin's party this weekend?" Jackie, my best friend, asks me as we stand by my locker. I don't answer at first, trying to concentrate on what I need to take home. Once I've got everything I need I look back at Jackie, who's been waiting patiently, and answer her question.
"I don't know. I've got a big chemistry test on Tuesday and-"
"Cici, stop right there," she says, interrupting me before I can finish my sentence. I pout as she continues to speak.
"This is our last year of high school! I get that you want to do well, but you need to have fun and let loose once in awhile," she says sternly. I look at her and think about what she said. She's got a point, and it's not like I need the entire weekend to study. I sigh and she smiles, knowing she's won.
"Fine, I'll go," I say and she smiles even wider.
"Yay! It's going to be so fun! You won't regret this, I promise," she says excitedly. I roll my eyes at her behavior and begin to walk to the school's exit, Jackie walking right next to me. As we walk she goes on and on about how much fun we're going to have. I just listen and smile at her bubbly personality. She's always been like this, getting excited about little things. We met when I transferred here freshmen year and we've been friends ever since.
Now out of the school, we make our way across the parking lot to Jackie's car. She had given me a ride to school this morning because my car is getting a tune-up. The ride home consists of Jackie continuing to talk about the party and other random things. As she talks I stare out the window and begin to zone out. I watch as we pass the shops and houses of Pismo Beach.
Finally, we pull into the driveway of my home on the coast. It's a bit big for our four person family, which includes me, my parents, and my brother.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow night," I say as I get out of the car.
"Okay, bye! Make sure you wear something cute!" she slightly yells as I shut the car door. I watch as she pulls out, beeps a goodbye, and drives away. I sigh, she can be so exhausting at times.
I walk to the front door and use my key to unlock it and go in. It's quiet, but it always is when I get home since I'm always the first one here. It's nice but it can get a little lonely and boring. My dad, who works for a big time publishing company, is still at work. My mom, who's an author, is probably wandering around the town to try and find inspiration or to meet with people, always carrying around her laptop so she's always ready to type when she's got an idea. And my brother, who's two years older than me, is at college. He'll be home in an hour or so if he doesn't have any plans. As for my parents, they never come at the same time every day, it's always different.
I walk into the kitchen to get a snack and something to drink, and then make my way to my room. I set all of my things on my desk and begin to do my homework as I snack on some chips.
After about an hour, my homework is done and I'm laying on my bed drawing in my sketchpad. I'm drawing a strange boy with dark blue hair and matching eyes. He's standing on a beach, looking out to the ocean. I don't know who he is or why I'm drawing him, but I feel like I know him. I sigh and shut my sketchpad, still thinking about the strange boy.
I get up and walk to the balcony right outside my room. It looks directly out onto the ocean. I close my eyes and relax, letting the cool ocean breeze blow in my face.
"Knock, knock." I turn around and see my brother standing at my bedroom door.
"Oh, hey Gabe. Come on in," I say. He walks through my room and joins me on the balcony. He doesn't say anything, just looks out at the water. My brother and I have always been close. He's been there for me for as long as I can remember. I'm glad I have a brother like him.
"So how was your day?" he asks, breaking the silence.
"It was okay I guess. Jackie talked me into going to a party tomorrow night." He laughs lightly at this.
"She sure can be persuasive when she wants to be."
"You got that right," I say, smiling at my friend's behavior. He looks at me, a small smile still on his face.
"You want to help me with dinner?" he asks. I nod and we head to the kitchen to begin cooking.
After dinner, I take a shower and watch TV for awhile. I take out my sketchpad and continue to draw the blue haired boy. I can't get over the feeling that I've seen him somewhere before. After about an hour, I'm done with the drawing. I carefully tear out the picture and walk to my "Art Wall". There, I hang it up with all the other drawings I've done in the past. I look with pride at all of my drawings covering the wall. I yawn and look at my clock. 11:32 PM, it reads. I yawn again and crawl into my bed. I close my eyes and listen to the crashing waves of the ocean as I fall asleep, unaware of the pair of blue eyes watching me from my balcony.