Jon slept soundly through the night. Whether it was exhaustion from the events of the week or his sudden inability to focus on the stone, he was out like a baby. For once he was far away from the twisted reality Sarah had created for him. In his dreams, things were mostly normal. It was a world where-
KNOCKNOCKNOCK
The pounding on his bedroom door brought him back to earth. The yell from behind the door brought him a flood of memories from the week.
"Jon, hurry up!" his mom yelled, "We have to get going NOW if we want to find a spot on the beach!"
Beach? Jon groggily crawled out of bed. He wondered if he'd ever be able to sleep in on the weekends anymore. Opening his bedroom door he found his whole family waiting impatiently in the hallway. Again, dressed identically, and this time showing way more skin than Jon wanted to see.
Each had a hot pink string bikini top over their tanned torsos. And a super short denim mini skirt, which he figured was covering matching bikini bottoms. Their makeup was, again, impeccable, and expensive looking Gucci sunglasses were perched atop their heads. All four of them had a big beach tote hanging from the crook of their elbow, and pink flip-flops. Jon's dad clucked his disapproval.
"Jon, it's Saturday. Do you know what that means?"
"I can only imagine."
"It's beach day, dork." Mikey said.
"We need to beat the crowd," Zoe said, "and you're making us late."
"If you're not in the car in five minutes, we're leaving without you," his mom scowled. They all turned with a huff and went back downstairs.
Given the circumstances, Jon would've had no problem being ditched by his family. But for some odd reason, he felt compelled to change into his swim trunks and head downstairs. They all piled into his dad's car, which was now a pink BMW, and sped off to the beach.
Jon started to realize what a mistake it was when he realized his father was now driving like a teenage girl. He kept chatting with everyone in the car (except Jon, of course) and was blasting some Katy Perry song on the radio. As they swerved through traffic, Jon (who was wedged between his brother and sister in the back seat) tried to hold on for dear life. Unfortunately, the only thing to grab onto were his siblings' knees. Predictably, Zoe and Mikey both screamed.
"EEEwww!" Mikey shrieked, "Get your grubby hands off me, perv-boy."
"Stop trying to feel me up!" Zoe yelled. They both crossed their legs away from Jon and turned away from him. Jon was relieved when they finally found a parking spot and made their way to the beach. That relief was short lived, however, when he saw just what he had gotten himself into.
The beach was packed. Not quite the whole town, but it seemed like anybody who had the means had made it out. It was a mass of tanned, pink-bikini-clad bodies. Jon thought it would have been heaven if they all actually had Sarah's body, but as it was the sight was just... weird.
His family soon found a spot to lay their lavender colored towels (same as everyone else's), and quickly slipped of their skirts. Jon averted his eyes as they all lay on the towels to soak up the sun. While he was looking elsewhere, he suddenly noticed another odd thing. Despite how packed the beach was, not a single person was in the water. Nearly everybody was laying out, working on their tan. A few were walking around, talking, reading magazines. But nobody dared to venture into the water.
Jon wondered why he'd even come here in the first place. He was totally out of place with his green swim trunks and pale body. He was about to leave, when he heard someone calling his name. He turned, and saw Sarah running toward him, the stone in her hand, and her ample breasts nearly bouncing free of her top. She looked like she really wanted to talk to him.
