+ [First Impressions]

[Madison]

She turned her head at the sound of footsteps up the metal stairs. A young male appeared, looking very hot in her opinion. Her curious eyes wandered to parts, (which you can work out yourself), as he strolled into the cafe. Well, I'll be sure to try that out. She thought with teasing pleasure. She smiled and looked back out to the ocean, watching the empty waves roll in the brightening sunshine, (and bloody annoying heat! She added). She grinned as she thought about her ex... What an idiot! Why doesn't he just leave me alone, stupid dick. She licked her lips and thought about going into the cafe. Make him jealous.

As she turned to meet the guy she was starting to admire, the sun shone like a vibrant lightbulb. The breeze decreased, making the heat even worse-but was it really that bad? She thought about it as she made her way to the cafe, welcoming herself. Birds above her screeched and screamed, flapping their feathery, dirty wings at her, as if they were jealous of her being able to speak English and walk into the cafe. She felt happy they couldn't follow her inside; she hated them so much. Birds and fish-gross! But seaweed and water, and sand, and surfing.. it was like a chocolate dessert to her-but the birds and fish were the things which ruined it. Her world was the beach-especially California beach-but the things that she hated didn't want her here. She hated them. But this new guy... She loved him.

[Madison]

are everything...

Her eyes flickered to the calm ocean and then back to her iPod. Piece of shit, she thought with frustration. She shoved it with irritance into the small denim bag which was slung tightly across her delicate figure. Her pearly teeth caught the sunlight as she bit at her soft rose lips. She stood on the balcony, facing out onto the golden desert and shimmering waves. She wore ripped jeans, a white vest top and new trainers; their ends glittered beneath the baggy trousers. A bright green belt was flashed as she hastily crossed her arms. What is it with California? Always waking up fucking late. She was annoyed that the beach was almost empty, (only a few families and a golden labrador occupied the vast sand), and the fact that her ex had been texting her all night on her mobile; (she had called him back with 'fuck off' and he hadn't replied yet). She saw that the Blue Orange didn't actually open until around 10am-2 hours yet.

She sighed as seagulls screamed and squawked above her, as if threatening to bomb-dive into her if she didn't leave. She had only arrived the day before, searching for a new challenge for her new hobby; Surfing. Her brother was a top international champion, but that wasn't what had inspired her, (surprising enough). She had been inspired by a boy called Pierre, who she'd been pretty fond of at the time. He had taught her, but when he left her a few months later, she was deeply depressed and decided to use her new skills to start Surfing, and move to a new location to get him off her mind. However, it had been hard. It's only the arrival, give it time yet. She had told herself soothingly last night. She watched the waves crashing into the rocks nearby, and saw herself gliding into the ocean... There was a 'splat' close beside her, and she looked at the steel railing of the balcony. Just centimetres from her, there was a large dripping of bird shit, the milky surface shimmering at her; the birds meant it as a warning, she decided. Dirty fucking birds.