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The Summer Where it Started (1)

I awoke to the sun streaming through the window of my beachhouse. I hurridley sprung out of bed and glanced at the clock. 10:18. My parents, brother, sister, their friends, and all the other families we were here with had already gone down to the beach. I jumped on top of my best friend Taylor who had been sleeping next to me in our king sized bed. She had come with my family on our daily summer vacation to Florida. It was only our second day, and we were already running behind on our beach schedule.
“Ally get off me!” She yelped and covered her face with a pillow.
“Tay, get up and get ready! We are missing out on tanning time!” I giggled and made my way to the bathroom to get ready.
I decided to simply apply moose to my blonde beach waves and put on minimal ammount of makeup. I threw on a coral colored halter bikini, topped off with jean shorts and a cropped navy blue floral tank. I threw sunglasses, my ipod and a towel in a beach bag and steped into leather sandals. I was ready to start off the summer.

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