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Clara Sofia Rogers never imagined that taking 18 days off to travel to Roatán, Honduras with her boyfriend would be the shove she needed to acknowledge that she no longer had much desire to be a ballerina.

She didn’t miss it, not one little bit.

Lying on the white sand beach of their resort’s private island in a bikini, oversized sunglasses and enough sunscreen to protect an albino, she sipped her margarita and looked out at the clear, turquoise ocean, wondering how Travis ever left at the end of 18 days.

Of course, he traveled there to work, not to play, so he probably didn’t experience the same level of relaxation.

Glancing down at her battered toes, she expected they liked the change of pace.

Sighing as she carefully placed her drink in the sand beside her, she silently lamented that her vacation was almost over. Not that she could really complain. For 16 days she had escaped her reality, eating foods off her typical diet, exercising for only an hour a day, spending the majority of her time lazing on the beautiful white sand beach, and one very memorable day playing with dolphins. The following day, Travis promised to find time to go on the glass bottom boat tour with her, but given his penchant for reneging at the last minute, she wasn’t about to hold her breath.

Sadly, since all of her energy went toward training, she also had not learned how to snorkel before going to Honduras, and she heard from several people she encountered on the beach that there was some pretty fantastic snorkeling on their island, including a wrecked ship that she would have loved to explore.

It occurred to her, while talking to that middle-aged snorkeler with the hairy belly, that she was wasting her life.

Clara sighed, a little bit of dread weighing on her shoulders, and then she reached over and dug her cell phone out of her canvas bag and swiped her finger across it a few times until it was ringing.

A few rings later, her best friend Leslie answered brightly, “Hey, how’s the beach?”

“Fantastic. I’m literally lying here by the ocean sunbathing and sipping a margarita. I’m pretty sure Jimmy Buffet is going to stop by any minute now.”

“Sunbathing?” she reiterated, and Clara could practically hear her grimace.

“I’m wearing sunscreen, Mom,” Clara said mockingly.

“I should hope so. I can’t even imagine you tan. You’re as pale as a ghost; you’ll come home with sun poisoning as a souvenir.”

“You think I’m pale at home, you should see me on this beach,” Clara stated. “It’s likely a few people assume I am a ghost.”

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First Page: Celeste – Young Adult

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“Oh, what’s the point?”
Fourteen-year-old Mayah Lewis threw the tube of lipstick at the mirror. It bounced off the glass, hit the wall and rolled under a stall. She didn’t care. She was the only one there, having sneaked out of boring Biology class when the teacher was writing their homework on the board. Mostly hating the way she looked, she didn’t like doing her makeup when anyone was around and she wanted to look good – or at least relatively okay – cuz Joey Marshall was in her next class and she had a huge crush on him. This way she had the girl’s bathroom to herself, for at least a few minutes.
She stared at her face – ugly freckles creating swirls of uneven patterns across her nose and cheeks that no amount of foundation cream seemed to cover, beady blue eyes, two zits on her chin big enough to ski down and long, wiry red hair that curled as if having a life of its own. Blue eyes were usually an asset, except hers were a dull pale blue – gross as anything.
“Give it up! No matter what I do, I can’t hide how ugly I am.” She dumped the rest of her make-up in her backpack.
“But you’re not ugly.”
What the… ?
She turned to watch beautiful, blonde Kitty Richards come strutting around the corner, her golden curls flying behind her.
Mayah was stunned.
She’d looked when she came in and hadn’t seen anyone, but she’d forgotten about the wheelchair accessible stall way at the back because no one ever went there. Or at least that was what she’d thought since no one was in a wheelchair in the whole school. Obviously, that was where Kitty was which was kinda weird. She was not handicapped in the least – or at least not physically. Now, personality-wise, maybe a bit, or at least she always came across stuck-up as ever.
I had no luck, whatsoever.
Bad enough for Mayah to agonize about her face, but to have a witness was horrifying. And especially Kitty – the most gorgeous girl in grade nine, if not the whole school. Stereotypically tall and thin, she had one of those perfect complexions. No way pimples would ever take up residence there – she was a masterpiece. And to think she was smiling, looking really friendly-like. Yeah, right. Kitty’d never spoken to her before because Kitty seemed to only associate with the ‘cool’ crowd, not paying any attention to the rest of us losers. Today must be just a pity call.
Embarrassed, wanting to die, Mayah ignored her and tore out of the room, down the hall to a door at the back of the auditorium. She pulled out her key, inserted it, then tugged it open and ran up the stairs to the projection room. This was her hideaway, for no one ever came here during the day and it was only used when there were school assemblies or plays.