Story Time- A Day At The Beach

Hello World!

How have you all been? I hope that you’ve been taking care of yourself. I started working last week, trying to save some money before school starts, which is why I had to miss one week of posting. I’m back now though! I still have to catch up with some of your blog posts, so I’ll be doing that asap. My last blog post was a kinda a heavy one, which is why I decided that this week I wanted to post something a bit more chill and fun. I still wanted to be creative though, so I tried telling you a story time of my day at the city and the beach with my friend, in a more of a creative, story-like way! I’ve never done anything like this, but I kinda like how it turned out. Let me know what you think about it, and enjoy your reading!

Wednesday, 5 August 2020 – going to the city + the beach with my friend

It was a warm, sunny Wednesday. School has been out for a while now and students were filling up the streets, the malls and the beaches, happy that the weight of the last year was finally lifted off their shoulders. Tel Aviv was the main attraction for these people- a big, beautiful city thats got it all- high buildings, malls, stores full with almost everything you’ve ever dreamed of, a sunny beach with many parasols decorating the sand, making it the most colorful place you’ve ever seen. People from all across the country made plans to visit the city and enjoy a day off, as did my friend, Cydney, and I. We woke up early, and met at the nearest train station. We were wearing our masks, of course, and had to print a special ticket for the train at home. Before getting on the train, we went inside the small bakery that was located by the station, and we each payed for two small and fresh croissants. Soon after that we were already sitting inside the train, preparing ourselves for the two hours ride ahead of us. But, unlike what we thought, the time flew by quicky- we each read a book that we’ve brought from home, listened to music and ate the croissants. Soon enough the train stopped, and a male’s voice echoed inside of the train – “the train will now arrive at the city Tel Aviv”. Excited and nervous, Cydney and I collected our bags and got off the train.

The train station in Tel Aviv was under the ground, so we had to walk up a long row of black stairs. When we finally made it to the top, the sun light washed our faces as we glared up to the high buildings, taking in the fresh air. The roads were packed, but the noises coming from them were nice, different. Cydney and I looked at each other and smiled. “Should we head to the beach? do you know where we should go?” Cydney asked me, and I replied, “I think I know where it is. I know where it’s supposed to be”. Happy and excited, we were on our way. We walked down the streets, looking all around us with excitment. We both live in quite a small town, and after being quarantined in our houses for a good 5 months, coming to the big city was a good change of air. We kept on walking for some time, exchanging stories from quarantine- I told her all about my dog, and the book that I was reading. I also told her how excited I was because Taylor Swift just released a new album. She told me about her family and books, and how excited she is to see her grandparents again. At some point we entered a store and bought there some snacks to eat at the beach.

After about a good 40 minutes we kinda… got lost. Yes, we knew where we were supposed to go, but we weren’t sure how we were gonna get there. After using google maps we realized that the way to the beach was quite long, and that we needed to take the bus. We walked around the city, searching for a bus station. The walk was quite tiring, for the sun wasn’t so fresh and warm after such a long time walking- it started to burn our skin and give us a headache. But sure enough we soon found the bus station, just as our bus arrived. We hopped on it quickly, paid for the ride, and sat down. During the ride we barely looked outside the window, as for as far as we knew, our stop was the last one. We talked, laughed and made jokes. After about 15-20 minutes, I realized that something has to be wrong. It took us way too long to arrive, and after taking a closer look at where we were, I realized that we did take the right bus, but that it was going the wrong way. It took us forther away from the beach rather then getting us closer to it. I hesitated telling that to Cydney, since we already walked for 40 minutes because of me. But after two more stops I pulled her arm, took our bags and said “I think we should get off here”. At first she didn’t ask many questions, but as soon as we got off the bus she turned to look at me and said, “we were going the wrong way, weren’t we”. “Yes, but that’s totally okay, we got this, all we need to do now is cross the road and take the same bus,” I said. “Don’t worry!” I added, knowing that she had a tendency to freak out over stuff like that. “Sure…” she said, as we started to cross the road.

When we first got off the bus I didn’t pay a close attention to our surrounding, as I was busy with calming down Cydney. But now I realized how strange the place was- it was a lot more crowded and loud. The streets weren’t as clean as they were before, and the only people walking around seemed to be religious (judging from their clothes). It didn’t bother me much, but then a different bus passed by and Cydney said, “hey… we’re no longer in Tel Aviv, we’re in Bnei Brak!” Bnei Brak is a religious town, right by Tel Aviv. She pointed at the bus, which had a sign that said “Tel Aviv”, meaning that it was heading that way. I looked aside, and saw a group of teenage boys, playing soccer while being all dressed in black suits “…..Shit”. I said. “My parents are going to kill me!” Cydney said, and I knew that she was right- her parents did not let her go too far away by herself, and it was a miracle that they even allowed her to come with me to the city. “Hey hey, we’re on our way to Tel Aviv! really, don’t worry”, I tried to calm her down again. As soon as we arrived at the bus station a bus stopped, and we just hopped on it, asked whether it was going to Tel Aviv or not, and when the driver told us that that’s where it was headed we both took a seat and waited.

The ride was about 30 minutes long, and we had to switch to a different bus in the middle, but it was fine. We listened to music- I played her “august” by Taylor Swift and she played me “November Rain” by Guns N’ Roses. We both were feeling a lot better, knowing that we were now safe inside of Tel Aviv, and were heading in the right direction. Soon after getting on the second bus Cydney started to make jokes about how stupid our luck was, and it immediately broke the ice. Once we started catching glimpses of the sea, I felt even better, as the sea is my “safe place” (heck, even my name on here is “ocean girl”!).

Once we got off the bus we faced a whole different view from the one before- a long, dry road that lead to the sand. The sand spread out beside the road, matching it. Above those two were the blue sky, fitted in big, fluffy clouds. The sea was closing in everything, completing the picture with a touch of light blue. “Yay! We finally made it!” Cydney said, and I smiled back in return. We did make it, finally. It was 14:46 already, and so we decided to change quickly and go for a swim.

After a short visit in the restroom, and after renting a parasol on the beach, we layed down on our spreaded towels and sighed with relief, breathing in the salty air. We ate our snacks, made jokes and talked for some good time. It was a bit different then our previous conversations- we now had nothing to worry about, nowhere to go to. We were simpy sitting by the beach, enjoying life.

Soon after we got tired of sitting and talking, so we decided to actually try to go into the sea. We placed our phones, wallets and keys inside of a plastic bag, and buried it in the sand beneath our towels. That way, if someone tried to steal our stuff it would take them a longer time to reach it, and we would be able to notice it by then. We cleaned after ourselves and walked to the sea. The water wasn’t too warm or too cold- it was just right. We placed our legs inside, letting the salty water wash all of the day’s dirt that stuck on to our flip flops. We laughed as the wind brushed out our hair from our faces, enjoying the peaceful moment, trying to forget all of the worries and the stress that we’ve experienced in the last five months.

The way back was short and simple unlike what we went through in the morning. Finding the right bus was way easier now, and we arrived at the mall (in which the train station is) 20 minutes after deciding to leave the beach. We still had an hour to waste before our train arrived, so we decided to go and find a place to eat. Cydney ended up ordering pasta, while I ate a salomon bagel. It was really good. We still had some more time, so we decided to spend it inside the shops- we looked around, pretty tired at that point, and tried to enjoy ourselves.

While sitting inside of the train, we each listened to our own music. I listened to some classical music (yes yes, I know how it may be boring for some people, but I find it fascinating) and actually fell asleep on the way home. Most of the time we would both look at the changing views outside the window, and every now and then one of us would make a comment about the day, sharing funny memories and such. We were mostly quiet. When the view became more similar, and we started to recognize some buildings, I said my goodbye to Cydney, hugged her and thanked her for the awesome company. I got off the train one stop before her, and made it just in time for the bus that took me home. And that was how my amazing day at the city and the beach with my friend went. It was really fun and funny, and it was something that I’m sure I’ll remember for a long time now. Of course, Cydney is not my friend’s real name, but it seemed rather cute so I choose to use it 🙂

I would like to truly thank you so much for spending your time reading this blog, or any of my oldest ones that you’ve read. It means so much to me, and I truly hope that you enjoyed reading my posts as much as I enjoy writing them. Also, this feels like another great time to note that English isn’t my native language, so please don’t roast me if I made any mistakes 🙂

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Toodles! 🥰

-ocean girl

Hello World!🌊

Hi! I’m “Ocean Girl” and I’m a 16-year-old teenage girl. I live in a pretty fine house with my little brother and both of my parents. I went to the same school and been in the same class with the same classmates for 9 years. I hanged out with the same friends and my life was pretty much the same roller coaster: sometimes you’re so high that you can almost touch the sky, and sometimes you’re so low that you can almost small something rot in hell. But either way, the rail cart is always staying on its track. And even if you’re scared, you can always look to the sides and see the familiar festival and surroundings, along with your family and friends, and some cotton candy to lighten up your day. That’s what my life was like, until last year, year ten. I outgrown my rail cart. Being with the same teachers and classmates just didn’t work for me as well as it did in the past. I got tired of having to go to the same place for over 9 years. I did not like what my school had to offer anymore. So I did what I had to do in order to make me happy: I switched festivals- I transferred schools.

“New school, new me”- fitting in a new school could get extreme. First impressions are suddenly important, because the way you present yourself in the first few days, is *usually* how the rest of your time in school would look like. You can either be the smart kid, the popular one, the jock… though for me, I never felt like I was any of those. Thankfully, I was able to find my place in my class, I even made new friends. Yet I still had to deal with new problems that I never had to deal with at my old school. Some of them are small, such as dealing with mean girls, getting rejected (and I’m not talking about relationship stuff), not reaching up to my teachers’ expectations… And being unable to be vulnerable. At my old school, we barely had any homework or tests. We also had long breaks in between classes and a ton of free time. So I would usually go to the side with my friends during lunch break, and have a really deep and long heart-to-heart conversations. We would sit in small groups of 2-3 people so that way we can really be our true selves. (here’s a tip for a better life lol: when you’re talking in small and intimate groups, people probably won’t judge you because they are likely to be their true selves as well. Plus, there is no pressure to be “Miss/Mister prefect” as there aren’t many people that are watching you. This isn’t a scientific fact though; I’m just speaking from personal experience).

By talking and having long conversations my friends and I were letting out steam, anxiety and stress. In my new festival, school, whatever- things are different. We have homework and tests on a weekly and sometimes daily basis. We barely have any free time and the breaks that we do have in between classes are short. My friends are hanging out in big groups, and even though I love them a lot, it’s hard to talk about your feeling and being expose when there are about 10 pairs of eyes and ears who are looking at you and listening to you all at the same time.

Because of that, alongside many other reasons, over the past year I’ve became an anxious and stressful person. And well, that’s kind of a big problem. And problems should be taken care of. I have listed others earlier on in this post, but this problem is the one that is most important to me to solve. And so, I decided to take care of it. By creating this blog. (Jeez, I used the word “problem” way too many times in this last sentence).

The people who are reading this blog, you guys, probably don’t know me and never heard my name before reading this (unless you’re someone I know in real life. In that case, please stop reading and log off this website right now. Haha thank you bye), so you don’t have previous opinions about me. That means that the way I represent myself in this blog, is the way that you would see me and picture me in your mind. This means that I can be 100% myself, without anyone doubting me as no one knows better. Here you will get to know the real me, and not the polite new girl in class. And I don’t know you, which means that you can be 100% yourself too.

I’m excited to start this new chapter in my life, and it would be awesome if you guys could tag along. This could be our little corner on the internet, where we could chat about pretty much all of the things that you wouldn’t chat about in small talks (or anything in general, really).

And… I think that that’s it! Thank you if you made it this far. Let me know what you think in the comments below.

TOODLES!

-ocean girl

P.S. Since this is the first blog post, and it doesn’t have a proper theme, I decided to add this random picture that I took the other day, of a flower. I had fun editing it, lol. Okay bye! ❤️