Quick Update:

Hey, whoever reads this!
A quick update:
I'm grounded right now, so I'm not on the computer very much.

Life's been keeping me really busy.
Work, church, school, dishes - all that jazz.

Keep me posted with what's going on with you ladies who have abandoned me.
I wanna know what college is like without actually having to go there >P

I've updated A Shadow In The Room, for those who are interested.
The other ending is up now.
Tell me which sounds better.
And Ms. Blackwood, shall I put your dedication up so people will know it's all for you?

I'm working on some voice recordings for those of you who have asked for them.
I have no idea how to post them to a blog - any idea anyone??

-Antonia Detroit

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It was too early to be awake.
Wait, let me rephrase that: it was too early for me to be awake.
At 8:30 of a Friday morning in the beginning of spring break, I should have been sleeping.
But noooooooo.
With a hyper-active cocker spaniel puppy, sleeping in late is impossible. I just had to console myself with the thought that one day she’ll grow out of it.
Sighing, I sat up in bed. Daisy wagged her tail furiously, letting out a few joyous yipps.
The sun was shining brightly through a slim crack in my velvet curtains, and I knew that today was going to be a beautifuly sunny day. Again. For the 14^th day in the row. It was getting to be quite annoying, actually. Every day was exactly the same: the sun goes up, the tourists come out, they enjoy the beach and the pool and get burned, the sun goes the down, the tourists retire to their rooms, and the teenagers go out and party. The same happens the next day, and then the next. The only variation is on Saturdays when there is a Piñata party. Big whup. And I had to live here.
Daisy let out a soft whine at the door, signaling that she had go out to do her business. I sighed again and got up to open the door to the living room. I rang a bell and Marta came out of the kitchen. “Si?” “Por favor llévala afuera.” I said to her, asking her to take Daisy outside. She nodded and clipped the leash to Daisy’s collar.
I turned back into my room, closing the door behind me. I decided to start the day off with a dramatic boom, so I went to my turquoise velvet curtains and flung them open from both sides. I laughed quietly to myself. Nobody saw. Nobody would notice, and no one would care. My pathetic theatrics were only for myself. My parents were in Italy. Without me. Again.
I could only pacify the hurt of being left home alone by taking the penthouse room in the tower on the beach in my parent’s multi-million dollar resort. The view that I was looking out at is worth 2 million dollars a week and his the best view in the whole world. Or so they say.Looking at the scene in front of me was typical, but still slightly breathtakingly beautiful. With the snow-white coral sand the sparkling turquoise water, the emerald green grass, and the brilliant blue sky, I vaguely remembered the reason my parents wanted to move down here. But it had all been so obscured with fame and money that it was a little hazy. I shook off the memories and looked further out to the ocean shore. My favorite party yacht was having maintenance done in the dock; probably clean up from the night before. I noticed something odd, on the deck of the ship was a large group of tourists standing on the deck, taking pictures and looking around at things. Usually the captain doesn’t allow that. Then I noticed something even odder that made my heart skip a beat: someone on deck was looking straight at me! A boy with extremely dark hair was looking directly at me with a strange look on his face. He spoke to a boy next to him with light red hair, elbowed him in the ribs, and nodded in my direction. I immediately closed my curtains as quickly as I could. My heart was beating wildly. Someone saw me. Crap. What would my parents say? Oh, they're going to be so mad. My mind was still reeling... but his eyes... No. I knew I had strict orders. But I couldn't help it. I needed to see him one more time. It had been so long since I'd been able to openly look at someone. No dark sunglasses, no low hats. I stopped opening the curtains mid-way. What was wrong with me? I felt like a retard. But I peeked through a tiny sliver in the flawless curtains. He was still there, still looking at my window. Even from far away I could see that he had amazingly blue eyes. He jabbed his friend in the ribs again. The other boy quickly looked right at me. Damn it! No one is supposed to know...