I ran my fingers through my hair, unable to contain my excitement about this resort. I had a seat on a chair that was placed for someone to sit in. Might as well take it. I just watched the waves. Damn. Everyone back home would be so jealous of me. Being on a reality TV show at a resort. I could really talk this up back home. That’s when I saw it. The cabins. THE HELL. I stood up infuriated. “You lied to me!?!?” I yelled. But no one seemed to be around to take my sh*t. I turned around in a circle as I ran my fingers through my hair again. I put my hands on the railing around the boat and leaned on them as I looked at the ground and then back up to the cabins. How could they do this- was this allowed- we arrived at a pathetic little dock where I could only assume was the host. I glared at him as he introduced me. I just rolled my eyes, shook his hand, and walked off. I found a comfortable spot by the shore of the water and folded my legs up and held them up by wrapping my hands around them and holding on my my wrists. I picked up a rock and skipped it. My dad thought me. We could go out to the lake and skip rocks for hours. Me always trying to beat him. Made a slight smile come to my face as I skipped more.
APPROACHABLE
( I will approach someone in a bit if no one approached him. )
