Ok, so this is something I wrote a while ago and I thought the plotline was a really good idea but I never really wrote much of it...it was going to be about a girl who has lost her mother and when her dad gets a new girlfriend she always has to give them 'the beach test'...basically, please read this tiny part of the story and ask questions about the general idea of the plotline or just tell me if you think I should carry on..cheeerrz:)♥♥♥
I never want to forget my mother. I never want to forget her deep hazel eyes that smiled when she was happy. I never want to forget her hair; the most beautiful, dark colour I’ve ever set eyes upon. I never want to forget her perfect smile and pale lips, or the way she used to laugh; softly but deeply.
My mother’s favourite thing in the whole world was the beach. That’s why we moved to be near where she grew up, by Clearwater bay. It’s still the most glorious beach on the planet, better than any white-sanded beach in Barbados.
I go down to Clearwater about three times a week. Sometimes I’ll go with my dad and brother. We’d paddle in the waves and build sandcastles more extravagant than any princess’s palace in some old fairytale.
But I enjoy the beach more when I’m alone. I sit in the sand, thinking of my mother. I sit there for hours imagining her and passing handfuls of sand from one hand to the other, until every grain has slipped through my fingers and back onto the ground. That’s when I find it easiest to remember her.
I know my dad loved my mother dearly, but after four years I think he has decided to try and find love again. He’s not very good at it though. I really don’t know how he got someone as wonderfully beautiful as mum to fall in love with him the first place!
Every month or so my dad will bring another stupid, pretty girl home, covered in make-up and completely fake. He’ll cook us dinner and she will try to make conversation. After she has gone home I will tell my dad whether she had passed the first test. Some do. They will make up some rubbish to talk to me about, trying to sound clever. But no one has ever passed the biggest test. The girl would be invited over again and after dinner I would walk her down the lane, walking the long way and going through the woods, just to see them suffer in their incredibly high stilettos. After the ten-minute trudge I’d lead them across the sand and sit down on the beach with them (if they actually will, since they often cannot ruin their new designer jeans).
No one had ever passes my beach test, and so I would report back to my dad and tell him she was no good. He would dump her and then he would meet another fake woman home, and I would test her, knowing as soon as I saw her that she had no chance of passing.
It went on like this, until, one day, my dad introduced me to Sarah.
Saturday was usually the day I would meet dad’s new girlfriend, but I met Sarah on a Sunday. I had just been out with my best friend Sylvia. We had gone to the cinema and I was in a good mood when I got back to my house. I let myself in through the front door and, as I slung my handbag over a random chair, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. I poked my head round the kitchen door and saw my dad cooking at the stove. A woman was sat at the kitchen table, and she was chatting cheerily with my dad.
When I first saw her I didn’t think twice about her being another one of dad’s girlfriends, but I thought she might be some kind of social worker. She had short, brown hair tied back messily from her face. As I could see, she wore little make-up, if any. She was dressed in denim pedal pushers and a red tank top. Instead of the usual bright high heels, the woman wore dirty, green converse.
When my dad noticed me by the door he said, ‘Ah, Emma! Did you have a nice time at the pictures? I didn’t hear you come in!’
‘I just got back, and I let myself in,’ I said.
‘Emma, I’d like to introduce you to Sarah. She’s new in Clearwater, and she’s just got a job at Mo’s café.’ Said my dad as Sarah smiled politely at me.