Be Somebody //OPEN//

So far, this place had been a culture and environment shock. Though she hadn't met anyone yet, she'd seem some strange people. A lot of them looked almost too-attractive and she wondered if that was California thing. Also, the weather was warm, and not the freezing temperatures of her home land. It was just a different environment and culture all-together. Kitija did miss Latvia though. Not for her family, but for her friends. The four rowdy guys she’d do anything for. Well, she pretty much had already. Trying to save their butts she ended up being shipped off to live in some boarding school. Well, at least they had a track...

So Kitija decided to get out of the suffocating school. She hadn’t made a friend yet, but that was to be expected being so new here. She decided to head down to the beach. A local told her where a more secluded place was, and Kitija decided to bike down there. She didn’t have her license anyways, and this was a good way to get some exercise. Right now, it was 7:09 and she was sitting in the moderate water, having been there for about half an hour. When Kitija first arrived here she had to buy a new swimsuit, her old one too frayed to be used anymore. Usually a one-piece would be the item of choice for her, but they didn’t make them in her size. Kitija ‘needed some help from Mr. big mac’ as her guy friends would say. She was a little too thin, but that was just something she’d inherited from her mother and her Latvian genes. Every one-piece she tried on that was her size around, didn’t meet her height. Another trait she’d taken from her mother was her being 6 feet tall. A one piece was either too short, or too big around. The end result was Kitija buying a two-piece. It wasn’t a string bikini, having thicker straps, but it was a little more revealing than she’d like. Sitting on the sand with water up to her bent knees, she didn’t think anyone would come by to see anyways.

A sigh came from the freckled girls lips as she stared at the water. The guys would have loved to see this view, and if they knew she was complaining in her head about being stuck here they would probably hit her upside it. What could she say? She preferred the arctic temperatures and the smiles of her guys. But who knows, maybe this would be a new adventure. Maybe she would become friends with a girl or something. Highly unlikely though. Girls never seemed too fond of the blonde girl. Kitija was fine with that though, because she would never be able to fit in with them. One look at the girl and you could tell. Her face was bare of makeup (she hadn’t a clue how the stuff works), her blonde hair fell in natural waves down to the middle of her back, and her clothes folded on the beach looked like they belonged to a guy. A true tomboy.

Placing her hands above her head, Kitija stood up from the water and stretched backwards, the scar on her torso quite obvious in the light. Most people would probably try to hide it, but she didn’t see the point. Why act like she was ashamed of it? It was a part of her body and she wouldn’t run from it. Was it an ugly mark? Yeah. It would probably turn guys off but guys weren’t exactly foremost on her mind. The setting sun was telling her she should start biking back, but Kitija wasn’t feeling like it just yet. Even if it meant biking in the dark she wanted to stay just a little longer.



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