somebody over there;; OPEN

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to begin,

somewhere
only we know

The day was Saturday and it was the beginning of March. The beginning of a new season but it didn’t like look spring has arrived yet. There were dark clouds in the sky, sun was unable to be seen as it was completly hiding behind the clouds. It would be better to see sun, not dark clouds. Anyway on Saturday, nobody should be inside of dorms and sitting alone. People were out, even the weather wasn’t so good. Gavin didn’t want to leave the bed until it was twelve pm, he felt like he spent the half of the day in the bed. There was no plan on his mind but he knew one thing that he should get up. His right hand was searching for his mobile phone on the end table, his eyes were still closed. The mobile phone vibrated one time, he checked the message immediately to see who it was. Morning kiddo! he just read and clicked on the key lock. The message was longer than this of course but it was from his big sister which he didn’t want to hear anything from her, at the beginning of his weekend.

Gavin pushed the blanket away from his body to get out of the bed. It was kind of boring to not to have roommate but sometimes he really liked it that way. His eyes gazed at the empty bed and shrugged. The black jeans was resting on the chair, he grabbed it and put it on quickly. It was his favorite jeans, not because of the color but it was more comfortable than the others. His shirt choice was white today, without any print on it. He has two un-printed shirts but others had prints on them which Gavin liked. Some were funny pictures but some had only texts. Gavin wore his boots and the coat at last then he left the dorm. He didn’t know where to go but he just let his feet take him somewhere. Outside was cold but pure cold, no rain or anything else. He always had his bag with him and the notebook inside of it of course. Gavin never left his notebook at dorms, he always found something to write down which would help him now or soon.

Gavin was lost in thoughts, he didn’t even notice that he arrived the beach until he felt the sand as it got a little bit hard to walk on it with boots. Clove Beach was quite big and it was really amazing one. Maybe the most amazing beach that Gavin has ever seen because in UK he hasn’t been to beaches much as his house was away from the seaside. Gavin was walking slow to the beach chairs, he could rest there a little bit then maybe he would go somewhere. But being at the beach was comfortable, relaxing could be right word for the moment. There were small waves he could see, the water looked dark because of the clouds but he could imagine the days that he would swim in the sea. He couldn’t wait for the spring to come and the air would be warmed up. His hand reached the notebook in his bag, he grabbed one of his red pen. In that moment there was nothing in his head to write, empty skull. His mind wasn’t used to it, he always had thoughts small or big but still something.

Gavin was left-handed which it was something he really liked because there weren’t many left-handed people. Once his big sister told him that left-handed people mostly had a twin in the uterus. But there was no twin that Gavin had so after one minute, his sister continued with these words. Many of them died in the uterus, couldn’t make it. I even heard that they became part of the uterus, maybe it happened to you as well because you don’t have a twin. I cannot imagine one more Gavin!, the words echoed in his head. These words didn’t make him sad, well sometimes he really thought if he had a twin. He could even imagine the guy, but in his mind his twin looked completely different from Gavin. Well of course the same genes but appearance would be different like clothing, hair cuts etc.

His left hand was moving for about half an hour, he’s been writing down all of these. For one second, he did read what he has written and then he continued. In his third novel, the main character had a twin but opposite gender. Gavin was startled by the noise, the beach was so quiet so even you made a little noise, it was heard like something big. His head was turned side to side to see if there was somebody. One person was talking down to the beach, his eyes couldn’t recognize the person. Was he or she? Was the person somebody he knew?

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822, SOMEBODY OVER THERE, outfit, OPEN FOR EVERYONE!
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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[KATHERINE AMELIE DUCHESNE]

Katherine loved weekends. She could go wherever she wanted, do whatever she wanted – she had almost complete control, other than curfews that she couldn’t find it in herself to break. Yet. She spent most of her morning in her dorm room writing and snacking on the bag of trail mix she kept in the drawer of her bedside table. She had an article for the school’s weekly newspaper due by lunch and an informative essay for English due on Monday. Neither had taken long to complete once she actually sat down and focused on her work. She’d dropped off the article and stopped by the cafeteria for a quick meal before beginning her trek to the lake. It was still a bit cold for beaches, but she enjoyed watching the water on days like this. Cold, cloudy weather usually drove most people indoors. Katherine seized upon the opportunity to have some time to herself.

Her favorite part of going to the beach in Hadley was how much it reminded her of her home. Michigan and Pennsylvania weren’t exactly far apart, but she still got homesick sometimes. The rocky beach reminded her of the lake just outside of her hometown. She’d spent a lot of her time there while she was growing up. As pale as she may be, she loved the beach. She loved the feeling of sand in between her bare toes. She wanted nothing more than to kick off her boots and run through the sand of the beach that was becoming ever-closer as she walked. It was a bit chilly, but she might do it anyway. Today was one of those days where Katherine just wanted to have fun and be as care-free as a child again.

She hummed as she walked slowly – she was in no hurry to get there, just as she was also in no hurry to leave. The calm, grayness of the day eased her mind, relaxed the tension that was almost always present in her stature. To say that Kat was cautious could occasionally be a bit of an understatement. Fifteen years of hemophilia had made her careful. On the other hand, it had also made her quite open-minded about trying many new things. She couldn’t play most sports and still maintain a sound conscience, so she had taken to trying almost everything else that she could. Food, beverages, clubs, miscellaneous hobbies – she had many tales, to say the least. She honestly didn’t feel like her health problems had held her back in life. In many ways, they had encouraged her to embrace her natural-born personality. As a result, her creativity flourished. Katherine was curious – she liked to question why things were the way they were. How things worked, how things were made. The cogs in Katherine’s mind never stopped turning. She was often up into the late hours of the night thinking, which she didn’t mind. As long as there was coffee to be had the following morning, she was set to wake up and act as a normally-functioning member of modern society.

Her thoughts carried her to the edge of the beach, where she was drawn back to reality by the soft sand giving way beneath her boots, a pleasant change from the cold, half-dead grass. Better judgment was pushed to the back of her mind and she pulled off her shoes, stuffing her socks down into them. With all the things Katherine had to worry about, a cold was the last thing on her mind. If she got too cold, she’d just put them back on; it was all common sense. She pushed them under a slight overhang between the grass and the sand that was a bit further down the shore. Katherine didn’t figure anyone would steal them. If they did, good for them. She’d survive. She walked toward the water but was careful not to get too close. It was one thing to be barefoot in this weather; it was another thing completely to get her bare feet wet. She walked along the shoreline, once again enraptured in her thoughts. As far as she could see, the beach was empty. The wind was a bit stronger by the water, leading her to fold her arms across her chest, tucking her hands into her armpits.

She wandered a ways farther down the beach until she reached the beach chairs. She was surprised someone had bothered to put them out on a day like this. To her even greater surprise, there was a person in one of them. Her eyebrows rose involuntarily, and, her curiosity piqued, she changed directions away from the water. As she got closer, she could make out different features until she realized who was sitting there. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly – Gavin. They were both members of the writing club and had spoken on several occasions. She continued walking toward him and was nearly there when she stepped on a stray stick and it cracked beneath her weight. Even she jumped at the sound that shattered the peaceful quietness of the beach. She quickly resumed her relaxed air and nonchalantly checked her foot to see if the stick had pierced her skin. Satisfied that all was well, she continued walking as thought nothing had happened. Even if it had broken the skin, it shouldn’t have been a big deal. She had taken her medicine just like every other day – she was just being cautious. She looked up and gave Gavin a small grin. ”Fancy seeing you here.”

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