Grace- I rock and I ramble, my brain is scrambled

[evie leander brenton]

Evelyn Evie walked along the road, the rope sandals wrapped around her feet scraped along the ground ever few steps. The sun beat down and would have made the walk unbearable if it wasn’t for the near constant breeze coming from the ocean. It had been a lazy day today, without a doubt. Jane was busy with some stupid boy and being her only friend on the island thus far, Evie had some time to kill all on her lonesome. Her eyes scanned the road in front of her and held a large plastic cup in her hand, courtesy of Kahala’s Drive-In.

She let out a loud sigh and propped her free hand on her hip and looked out at the ocean from behind her Ray Bans. “I want something to do-o-o,” she complained aloud and stopped in front of a bench. She stared at the ocean and decided to trek the rest of the way there, it wasn’t that far and she was no stranger to pedestrian-ism. She stopped at the line where the beach began and slipped off her shoes, sand foot was bloody uncomfortable. She hang the shoes of her index and middle finger and began running, pained, high-pitched whispers of “hot hot hot” escaping her until she reached the water line.

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[gracelyn shae grammar]

smiling to herself, gracie giggled a little. after six months on the island, gracie was still surprised at the weather every time she stepped outside. she was so not used to being able to wear such a revealing outfit in the middle of march. back home, she would probably be wearing leggings and a knit dress with fuzzy boots, a sweater, a fuzzy hat, and gloves. but here she was in the middle of march, in a bandeau top, shorts, and flip flops, heading to the bay. she could hardly believe it.

swinging her beach tote and batting her heavily-made-up eyelashes, gracie checked her iphone for the sixteenth time that morning. not so much as a "have a good day, sweetheart," from either of her parents. gracie rolled her eyes and chucked her phone back into her bag. she didn't mind so much that they didn't text her, but it did bother her that they didn't give a crap about what was going on in her life. as evidenced by the seventeen bottles of tequila she had managed to pack in her suitcases on the way here without them realizing it. it had turned out she really didn't need them though. bouscher was pretty much the ultimate party school, and alcohol could be found no matter where you looked.

gracie turned the path onto the pier by the bay she was going to. it was a beautiful day, and gracie intended to enjoy it. maybe she would even meet some people. she still really hadn't made too many friends since she had shown up here, as she had been engrossed in her music. it was probably time to make some.

seeing a girl run towards the water, gracie smiled to herself. she had seen the girl around and she looked like she was a first year as well. gracie threw down her bag, kicked off her shoes and pulled off her denim shorts. she walked towards the water line, walking on her tip-toes so that the hot sand wouldn't burn the balls of her feet. she smiled as the water hit her toes, and she sat down right on the edge of the water. she looked up and called to the girl, who was a couple feet away from her, "hey! you go to bouscher, right?"

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[evie leander brenton]

Hearing someone call out and say the very familiar name of her very own academy, Evie spun around. She saw a dark haired girl in an animal print bikini sitting on just the edge of the water. The hem of her grey leggings ended just at her calves, saving them from the unforgiving salt water. “What gave it away?” Evie responded once she was closer, she set her right hand on her hip. There was a wry grin on her face and she dropped down in the sand, a few inches behind her in an effort to keep her leggings dry. “Everyone on this bloody island goes to Bouscher, well, ‘cept for the grand total of two natives living here.”

She leaned back on the palms of her hands and looked at the girl again. “I’m Evie by the way, who’re you?” she asked bluntly, saving all tact for another occasion when she, once again, wouldn’t use it. “I mean, I don’t know you do I? I’d just about keel over in embarrassment if I did,” she laughed at herself but returned her expectant gaze to the mystery girl on the beach, waiting for an answer.


((Sorry about the length! I went on a weekend trip and that's all it takes to forget how to write a proper response, apparently.))

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"nah, i've just seen you around," gracie replied to evie's very blunt comment about whether or not she knew gracie. gracie smiled, despite evie's somewhat angry tone and introduced herself. "i'm gracelyn grammar," she said, starting out her standard greeting, "but everyone calls me gracie. i'm a first year music major. what about you?" she liked to know people's years and majors. it was important to her. it told a lot about them, from how old they were, to what they liked to do, to how much passion they had for the things that they did. the passion part was in the tone of how they introduced their majors. for gracie, her bubbly tone reached its top level when she told people she was a music major. she absolutely loved what she did and couldn't imagine going a day without it, so her passion consistently shined through in her tone. she would have embarrassed herself if she ever said that she was a music major in an angry tone - and quickly exit the music industry forever.

examining evie, gracie chuckled to herself. the girl wore grey leggings that hit just at mid-calf. they were just high enough up to avoid the damaging of the salt water. with her ray bans over her dark eyes and her thick dark hair blowing all around her, the girl looked like a movie star. gracie grinned. she herself had often been told that she looked like a movie star when she wore sunglasses, but she often took it as more of an insult than a compliment. movie stars were stuck up. they cared of nothing other than themselves and their images. and that certainly wasn't gracie. evie had that air about her. that she didn't give a crap. but somehow it worked on her. like she was maybe just protecting herself by not giving a crap. and for some reason it honestly made gracie want to be the girl's friend.

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[evie leander brenton]

Evie watched Graceyln as she introduced herself, ensnaring the usual major, year question that was so popular among first year. What else could they talk about? They were just learning how to be social creatures and it’d be silly not to use the only conversational tool at their disposal. Other than parties and clothes, of course. “Gracie, that’s cute,” she smiled lightly as she thought of a proper way to phrase her own response.

“I’m an English major, so you could call me a writer, if you felt so inclined. I prefer to think of myself as just a student, being a writer takes a lot more skill than I have at the moment.” She paused and looked at the water before grinning. “I’m working bloody hard at getting there though,” she added with a knowing nod and used her middle finger to push her glasses back up her pointed noise. A calm silence fell over them and Evie stared at the water, silence kind of got to her. “So, Gracie the Musician, what kind of music do you play?” she asked cheerfully, tilted her head forward to peer over the tops of her ray bans.

“If you say country pop, I will get up and walk off this beach,” she added with a smile, not really hinting if what she said was a joke or not. Something Evie tried to remind herself to do, to avoid ruining her first encounters with others so horridly as she most often did. “Acceptable answers are: Punk, Rock and….maybe indie-pop if you do it well,” she tagged one, this time leaving no doubt to whether or not she was indeed serious. She wasn’t too worried though; Gracelyn seemed so bubbly that a harsh word or two from some random girl on the beach wouldn’t affect her too horribly.

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