My friend and I lived in the same orphanage for seventeen years. We've always been together, ever since we were little. We refused to be adopted if the other wasn't going to be adopted too. The strange thing about us being so close is that we were opposites in everyway; both in personality and in appearance.
Many thought it was strange that two completely different people could be so close. A person or two, who believed in past lives, said that we've must have known each other in a past life and our souls recognized each other. I thought that people like that were just crazy. We were just friends, Kiara and I. There was no magical past life connection between us or whatever people thought. We just enjoyed each other's company.
I never thought about whether or not I've ever had a past life. I've heard about them and stories of people looking through eyes that weren't their own. But when we die are we really reborn into someone else? Or was this something created to explain why people experience déjà vu or having dreams of running through an alley of a city that is now in ruins? To have a past life just sounds a bit too farfetched to me.
I was lying on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I would be turning eighteen in only a few months. I would be leaving the orphanage and Kiara behind. I was seven months older than Kiara. I didn't want to leave her behind. I kind of almost felt incomplete without her; like she was my other half. And I don't mean like my other half as in lovers, but as in personality. She was everything that I wasn't, while I was everything that she wasn't.
She had a childish innocence to her while I was more mature. I was most active during the day and she was most active during the night. My personality in a nutshell, a quiet person who loves to read a good book in solitude. Kiara's personality in a nutshell, a happy-go-lucky person with her energetic smile and hugging everyone she met.
My hair was curly and blonde, with a little bit of brown mixed in. In the right light, it would almost look tri-colored. Kiara's hair was dark brown or sometimes that dark brown that almost looked black, with one or two random curls. My eyes were a light green and her eyes were a dark brown. My skin was pale and she had a little bit of an olive completion.
"You know, I don't see how you can stay in a quiet room by yourself. I would be bored out of my mind."
I turned my head and saw Kiara standing next to my bed. She smiled at me and plopped down on the bed. She leaned back and her head rested on my stomach.
"Jeez, it's a wonder why people around here think we're lesbians." I said.
"Let them think what they want. I'm confident enough in my sexuality to do things that would make people think I'm gay. Since I'm not, their comments don't even bother me. Actually I laugh at the rumors. They're funny." Kiara said.
"Yeah, I guess."
Kiara's smiled faded and was replaced by a look of concern.
"Are you worried about leaving me here?" Kiara asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Don't be. It's only seven months. By then you'll probably have a job and maybe an apartment. Then when I get out of here, I'll get a job and we'll pay the rent together."
I smiled. Kiara always knew how to lift my bad mood.
"Why don't we do something? Spend the last bit of time we have together, until those seven months are over and we're out in the real world." I said.
"Tomorrow let's go to the beach."
"Sure, why not?"
For the rest of the day we talked about what the future was going to be like. It was summer vacation, we just graduated this year. When we leave here we were hoping that we could go to college. We didn't know if our grades were good enough to get us any scholarships, but college was worth a try. If we couldn't get into college, then we would get jobs and a nice little apartment. It would be nice if Kiara and I could stay together forever, but eventually we would meet a couple of guys, fall in love, get married, and babysit each other's children. That's only if one of us doesn't move away.
In the morning I woke up with a lot of excitement. I tiptoed to Kiara's bed and started shaking her. She didn't make a sound. I started to shake her harder; still nothing.
"Kiara! Kiara!" I whispered in her ear, while still shaking her.
"What?" she said sleepily.
"We're going to the beach today remember? Get up!" I said.
"What time is it?"
"10 o'clock." I said.
"It's too early. Let me go back to sleep."
"No." I said yanking the covers off.
"Fine, fine. I'm up. I'm up." Kiara said.
By the time she was up I was already in the shower. When I was done, Kiara was leaning against the drawer trying her best not to fall asleep. I muffled a laugh as I saw her head bob up and down. I threw the towel that I wrapped my hair up in at her. She scowled at me.
"What was that for?" she said.
"Just take a shower. It'll help wake you up." I said.
She gave me a dirty look then stomped off toward the bathroom, while muttering something under her breath. I think she said something along the lines of "Stupid bitch, ordering me around." I laughed and started brushing my hair. By the time Kiara was done, I was dressed and ready to go. I put jean shorts and a tank top over my bathing suit. When Kiara was done she wore a halter top with a pair of short shorts over her bathing suit.
We left the orphanage and headed towards the beach. The orphanage wasn't that far from the beach, so we could walk there in about ten to fifteen minutes. Kiara put on her sunglasses as we walked. She didn't like the sun too much. She liked the heat, but not the sun itself. I laughed at her. I loved the sun. I carried the purse with the sunscreen and our money to buy food later.
When we got to the beach, there weren't that many people there. Well, you couldn't really expect that many people showing up at ten in the morning. There were some people swimming and playing volleyball, but that was it. Before we even stepped onto the sand, we put on sunscreen. Kiara and I didn't tan, we burned. We could try tanning all day and our skin would barely tan at all. But we would burn like hell.
After we were done putting on the sunscreen we went down to the beach. Even though it was ten in the morning, the sand was still hot. Not as hot as it would be in the afternoon, but still hot. We walked along the beach silently; listening to the seagulls and the waves.
"Watch out!" someone cried.
The cry was a bit too late because I felt something hit me in the side of my head. I turned my head and saw four guys rush over towards us. They were all very well tanned and had nice builds. But the way they looked at us gave me a sense that they were the playboy type.
"Hey sorry about that.." a guy with dark brown hair said.
"Why don't you girls come and play some volleyball with us?" a sandy blonde guy said.
I really didn't want to deal with these guys. I came to the beach to enjoy it with my best friend. Not to get hit on by some horny guys. I opened my mouth to say something, but Kiara said something before I could.
"Sorry guys, but we're not interested." Kiara said, picking up the volleyball and throwing it to them.
"Oh, come on. Don't you want to have a little fun?" this coming from a guy with bleach blonde hair.
"Sorry guys, but we just don't swing that way." Kiara said.
Kiara gave me a hug from behind. Her hands slid up my tank top a little bit. I was blushing too much and suffering from shock to tell her to stop.
"I don't appreciate you hitting on me and my girlfriend. If you don't stop, I'll kick all of your asses." Kiara said.
"Sure, sorry, we didn't mean to offend you." a guy with auburn hair said.
All four of them walked away and I heard one of them mutter, "I can't believe they're gay." When they were out of hearing range, I pushed Kiara away. I was still blushing pretty hard.
"Never do that again. Please, if I didn't know you were straight I would…I don't know what I would do…just don't do that again." I said.
Kiara laughed, "Sure. Like I said, I'm confident in my sexuality, I can do things that look gay and still remain straight."
"Whatever." I said walking off.
We continued to walk until we reached some giant rocks that formed a small hill. The waves crashed against the rocks. I wanted to turn around and go somewhere else, but Kiara started walking towards the rocks.
"Where are you going?" I said.
"I'm going towards the rocks." Kiara said.
"Why?" I said, following her.
"I want to climb them."
"Are you crazy? You can get hurt."
"Come on where's your sense of adventure?"
Kiara started climbing the rocks. I followed her, even though I didn't want to. When I reached the top, Kiara was standing with a look of triumph on her face.
"I win." she said.
"I didn't know we were racing." I said, "Okay now we're at the top, now can we go?"
"No, I want to stay a little longer."
"Come one, I don't want something bad to happen." I said.
"What's the worst that could happen?" Kiara said.
I let out a sound of frustration. I grabbed Kiara's arm and tried to get her to climb down the stupid hill. But she pushed me away. I stumbled and my foot slipped on the wet surface of the rock. I fell back and grabbed hold of Kiara's hand that was stretched out for me. But I only ended taking her with me. I hit a rock as I fell and then I hit the water. I began to sink deeper and deeper. Then everything went black.