"Bella, time to go!" my dad shouted from downstairs. I groaned. I was sitting on my long sofa bed in my room, inhaling the last bit of it before I went out. I flipped open the diary on my lap then began another entry.

Dear Diary,

Ugh. Today finally arrived… the day my family and I will be staying at some beach house for two weeks. It might sound so summer-perfect—but it's totally not. Sure the word 'beach' sounds nice in the eardrums… but the place—and I've asked—doesn't have any cell signal and internet connection. TALK ABOUT a crummy place to start summer. And my dad told me and Lexis not to worry because there was going to be another family nearby. Oh the great

Before I could even finish my rant of the day in my purple leather diary, Lexis (my 15-year-old baby sister) barged in my room with a pissed off expression. "Uh, Hell-lo..! Did you not just hear Dad shouting for you to come down?! Because of your weak hearing, I was forced to come back to get you."

I rolled my eyes then slammed my diary shut to prove that I was equally annoyed. "Zip it, Goldilocks," I referred to her curly honey-blond hair—a contrast to my wavy brown locks, "Save the complaint for someone who actually cares. And, FYI, I did hear Dad."

She scowled at me, crossed her arms over her chest, and then stormed off. I rolled my eyes, slung my bag over my shoulder, and then went down to follow her out the house.

When we stepped out of our old Victorian home, we found our parents standing near the car, talking animatedly with each other. They both jerked their heads to us when I slammed the entrance door shut behind me. Dad was the first to straighten up then said, "ah, finally" he looked at my direction and asked, "what were you doing up there, Bells?"

My choice of an answer was just to shrug, but Lexis thought otherwise and answered the question for me with, "she got caught up with her stupid diary, that's what she was doing."

I scoffed. And when I passed her, I flicked her head with a finger then smugly countered, "Didn't daddy tell you not to butt in?"

When I looked over my shoulder, she stuck out her tongue childishly at me then lashed back, "and didn't daddy tell you not to hit someone in the head?!"

"Girls," our dad warned as he got in the driver's seat. Lexis and I glared at each other for a moment before stalking towards the car and stepping inside it on opposite sides.

Our mom sighed but said nothing and just strapped her self in. it was obvious she was used to our shallow bickering. I was, too, in fact. I guessed it was just an ordinary thing with siblings. The only thing we haven't debated on was the fact we were going to some lonely beach. We agreed both that it would be totally yucky—and we got scolded for that. What, they weren't happy that Lexis and I agreed on something—for once? Sheesh, parents could be too demanding sometimes.

Two hours had passed, and I finally got a clear view of the 'beach' my parents were talking about. I also managed to see the houses. They were simple yellow houses with red roofs. And from what I could see, there was a sliver of gray stuff—a pebble trail, I thought—that connected them both. In the middle of the connection between houses was a tiny wall-less structure draped with what looked like vines. I groaned. Were the owners expecting a bond between the two borders? Wow, how cliché they were.

"Oh, it seems that our neighbors got here first" Dad commented, making me avert my gaze from the beach houses a little below. The road was rather elevated, and mom told me there were stone stairs that led down. From what I could see, the road was a little deserted—except there was another car. And oh, my, gosh, it was a red BMW!

"Very rich neighbors," Lexis added, whistling at the sight of the outlandishly expensive-looking car just ahead. "Do you think they knew what they got into?"

"Oh sure… rich people can handle no cell signals and no internet connections better than us middleclass chums," I commented sarcastically as I stepped out of the car and got surrounded with dead heat. I immediately slipped on my cap and Ray-Bans then surveyed the deserted area. I heard the car door slam shut, Lexis emerging.

"This is so gonna suck" she huffed, noticing the nothingness before us. And I swore I saw a cactus from afar.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," I said, turning to her, my eyes hidden behind my shades. "But I agree with you there."

"Enough with the attitude, you two," mom said as she stepped out the car next. She put on her sun hat then fixed her floral skirt. "This will let you learn to appreciate the simple life"

"Mom, where there's a signal I can hack into, it's the only time I'll consider I'm living a simple life" Lexis groaned as she flipped open her phone. And when she realized dad was right about the no signal thing, she slammed it shut and stuffed it in her knapsack. Mom sighed and didn't bother anymore. Dad did the same.

"Girls, get your things from the trunk and wait for me downstairs" he ordered, opening the trunk at the back of the car. I leaned over then grabbed my gold Nike duffel bag and my tiny backpack. I slung the backpack on both my arms then went downstairs.

And when I got there, there was no sign of other people. The rich family must've been already settling in their respective house. I was soon followed by Lexis—and then mom. I heard the trunk slam shut from above and dad, luggages in both hands, walked downstairs to meet with us.

"Which one's ours?" I asked, turning to look at my dad. He looked up then contemplated for a minute.

"The one farther away" he said. Oh, great. "c'mon. The longer we stay here, the heavier our bags will get."

Lexis and I both groaned then forced our feet to trudge through the stone trail. As we were about to pass the first house, I thought I saw some movement from inside. It looked to me like there were about four people there. I just hope they weren't the chipper kind of family who would annoy us to no end. Our family was kind of the kill-joy kind. My parents make a little effort to change that—but it was just in the genes, I guessed.

Finally, we reached our temporary house. It looked a little bigger from a near distance, which dawned on me as a good thing. I could die of boredom and no one would even deem I was gone.

I was joking.

Dad unlocked the door and we all went inside. As soon as I took a step, the floorboard creaked underneath my feet. It irritated me a little, of course. After Dad told me where my room was, I automatically plopped my things down, grabbed my iPod from my backpack, and then whisked downstairs and out the door. Since there was no way I would entertain myself by texting my friends or surfing the Net with my laptop—which I realized was stupid of me to bring since I was warned beforehand that there was no Wi-Fi—I decided to waste time by the structure connecting the two isolated houses. There were no signs of the rich people anyway, so I had to embrace the time alone.

I propped myself on the cold tiled flooring, flicked my cap off, propped my shades up, and then turned on my iPod. I scanned a few songs until I decided to listen to Iyaz's song Replay. I closed my eyes then hummed the tune which I was currently addicted to. I had contracted LSS, obviously.

After a few more songs, I cussed under my breath when I realized my iPod was already low-bat. I huffed then stuffed my iPod in my pocket. I stood up from my sitting position and was about to pat the back of my khaki shorts when I heard a door slam shut from afar. It wasn't from our house—but from the rich people's. I looked over in that direction and saw a tall woman with gold hair walking towards the stairs leading to the cars. Her back was facing me, and since her hair was long, I only managed to make out her blue flowing dress—or was it a skirt?

And then I heard voices.

"Let's head down to the beach!" a girl shouted.

"I'm not in the mood" one groaned—a guy this time.

"Aww, Edward!"

Then the girl came into view. But she immediately stopped when she noticed me looking. I automatically jerked my head away and pretended to admire the tiles. But it was too late because she shouted, "Oh, we have a neighbor now!"

I cringed then began to walk back to the house. The girl didn't stop shouting. I immediately thought of her as an eccentric person—what with her energy. She wasn't even bothered about the fact that she was in a secluded beach.

I was halfway to the house when someone put a hand on my arm. I turned around to see a petite girl with spiky dark hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a tube-top summer dress and flip-flops. Her grin was up to her ears—and I doubted it was because she found out there was going to be company. "Hey, I'm Alice Cullen! You must be one of the Swans, right?"

How did she know that? I just looked at her then said nothing. She laughed. "I'm aware because our family owns the beach property. I was simply ecstatic when I heard there was going to be family staying here for awhile. It tends to be boring here" oh, I can imagine how much already.

"How did my dad come across this," wasteland, "anyway?"

She tilted her head to one side then thought for awhile. "I think my dad met your dad"

I nodded then prepared to turn away. But she stopped me. "What's your name?" she asked politely.

"Bella" I mumbled.

"Oh that's a beautiful name" she giggled. "I bet we're going to be great friends, Bella!"

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. The girl was being nice to me—and I didn't want to sound vulgar. "Uh, sure" I said. "Well, see ya" I waved at her curtly then turned away. This time she didn't stop me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure from the Cullens' house—looking. It must've been the Edward person. I shrugged off the curiosity then went inside to my own respective house.

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