will be changing once I am out of school.
That was what Arielle wrote in her journal in the first few days of her summer holiday back in the South of France. She was so happy to be there again!
This time she visited several bookstores in town and purchased some compelling new novels to get lost in while sitting by the pool or the ocean. Her iPod was loaded with music by her favorite bands. Each and every morning she headed to the beach or to the pool with her beach bag.
Almost two months later, she was still totally unsuccessful in getting the perfect tan, but she wasn’t giving up. She was going to forgo the pool and head to the beach with the sole purpose of achieving her goal, a nice dark tan.
What she loved most about being in the South of France was that when they were there, she spent most of her time alone. It was wonderful to have peace and quiet with no thoughts and no worries that belonged to other people.
This was the year she was turning twenty-one, and little did she know it would also be one of those summer holidays in which her life would take an unexpected turn into the unknown.
One Monday morning, about two weeks before their holiday was to end, she woke up feeling exceptionally well rested. She decided to enjoy staying in bed just a little while longer. She closed her eyes again and tried to plan her day. Maybe she would lie on the beach, maybe she would do a little shopping, and maybe she would call Margaret, one of her summertime friends, to have lunch at one of those little sidewalk cafes on the boardwalk.
When she opened her eyes again the sun was shining through the slats in the blinds. She got out of bed and pulled the blinds up, flooding the room with sunlight. She put on her little blue bathing suit, grabbed her beach towel, and headed outside to find that it was a glorious, sunny day.
The sun kissed her skin and she felt the kind of warmth that automatically makes you feel happy. She smiled to herself as she got into the car and drove to the beach.
Several people had already placed their beach chairs, blankets, and beach towels, and had claimed spots as close to the water as they could. Children were running, laughing, and splashing in the ocean without a care in the world. There were several guys sitting on their surfboards, waiting to catch a wave. The place was just dripping with charm.
She decided to take a walk along the beach. Digging her toes into the warm white sand she looked for a familiar spot, away from all these people whose thoughts she could hear. She was desperate to get away from them.
As she walked by one lady, she could hear her thinking, I wish I could be on a cruise ship with a gorgeous looking man and a cool martini in my hand, rather than being here running after these darned kids. She put her head down as she walked past so the lady couldn’t see the smile she was suppressing.
She walked for a while longer and finally came to a lovely, quiet cove. No one else was there. It was perfect! She spread her beach towel on the soft sand and took her iPod out of her bag. She plugged her headphones in and, turning the music on, she laid down and closed her eyes, hoping to spend a couple of peaceful hours here listening to her favorite music.
She had only been there for a few minutes when she had a strong feeling that she was being watched. She sat up and took a careful look all around, but she couldn’t see anyone nearby, or anyone looking at her. Yet the feeling that she was being watched was unbelievably intense. She laid back down, and closed her eyes. She was hoping that today she might finally get a tan.
The next time she opened her eyes she realized that she had fallen asleep. Integral by Pet Shop Boys was playing through the headphones. Arielle sat up slowly, reached for her iPod, and shut it off. She looked around and noticed that the beach was completely empty. The sun was going down, and the water had lost its bright blue color. Now it looked dark and
That was what Arielle wrote in her journal in the first few days of her summer holiday back in the South of France. She was so happy to be there again!
This time she visited several bookstores in town and purchased some compelling new novels to get lost in while sitting by the pool or the ocean. Her iPod was loaded with music by her favorite bands. Each and every morning she headed to the beach or to the pool with her beach bag.
Almost two months later, she was still totally unsuccessful in getting the perfect tan, but she wasn’t giving up. She was going to forgo the pool and head to the beach with the sole purpose of achieving her goal, a nice dark tan.
What she loved most about being in the South of France was that when they were there, she spent most of her time alone. It was wonderful to have peace and quiet with no thoughts and no worries that belonged to other people.
This was the year she was turning twenty-one, and little did she know it would also be one of those summer holidays in which her life would take an unexpected turn into the unknown.
One Monday morning, about two weeks before their holiday was to end, she woke up feeling exceptionally well rested. She decided to enjoy staying in bed just a little while longer. She closed her eyes again and tried to plan her day. Maybe she would lie on the beach, maybe she would do a little shopping, and maybe she would call Margaret, one of her summertime friends, to have lunch at one of those little sidewalk cafes on the boardwalk.
When she opened her eyes again the sun was shining through the slats in the blinds. She got out of bed and pulled the blinds up, flooding the room with sunlight. She put on her little blue bathing suit, grabbed her beach towel, and headed outside to find that it was a glorious, sunny day.
The sun kissed her skin and she felt the kind of warmth that automatically makes you feel happy. She smiled to herself as she got into the car and drove to the beach.
Several people had already placed their beach chairs, blankets, and beach towels, and had claimed spots as close to the water as they could. Children were running, laughing, and splashing in the ocean without a care in the world. There were several guys sitting on their surfboards, waiting to catch a wave. The place was just dripping with charm.
She decided to take a walk along the beach. Digging her toes into the warm white sand she looked for a familiar spot, away from all these people whose thoughts she could hear. She was desperate to get away from them.
As she walked by one lady, she could hear her thinking, I wish I could be on a cruise ship with a gorgeous looking man and a cool martini in my hand, rather than being here running after these darned kids. She put her head down as she walked past so the lady couldn’t see the smile she was suppressing.
She walked for a while longer and finally came to a lovely, quiet cove. No one else was there. It was perfect! She spread her beach towel on the soft sand and took her iPod out of her bag. She plugged her headphones in and, turning the music on, she laid down and closed her eyes, hoping to spend a couple of peaceful hours here listening to her favorite music.
She had only been there for a few minutes when she had a strong feeling that she was being watched. She sat up and took a careful look all around, but she couldn’t see anyone nearby, or anyone looking at her. Yet the feeling that she was being watched was unbelievably intense. She laid back down, and closed her eyes. She was hoping that today she might finally get a tan.
The next time she opened her eyes she realized that she had fallen asleep. Integral by Pet Shop Boys was playing through the headphones. Arielle sat up slowly, reached for her iPod, and shut it off. She looked around and noticed that the beach was completely empty. The sun was going down, and the water had lost its bright blue color. Now it looked dark and
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