I was lying on the beach, zoning out while watching the fantastically clear blue water. In an attempt to feel cool, I'd even put on my Rachel McHenry bathing suit, but the only people around to see it were an old man and his gold digger wife a few feet down and several older, hairless, Speedo-wearing Italian tourists playing some unusual game of Frisbee that involved a lot of wrestling. I thought I'd recognized the bleach-blond surfer guy, Paul, whom I'd met last night, but when I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, it was a guy I'd never seen before. "Oh," I said. "Sorry." "Whatever," he said, and turned back around. Great, now I was even repelling strangers. All I wanted to do was hide under the biggest umbrella I could find in my bungalow's storage closet. Even the fresh air, fine white sand, and blazing sunshine didn't help shake my bad mood. If I were to send someone a postcard of my vacation, this is what it would look like: me, friendless and alone on the beach, struggling to read Pride and Prejudice for my English class, and even feeling a little jealous of the fictional people in the book who were going to fun parties and being courted by all sorts of men.
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