Another day of loud sculpture moving woke Xanthe at the early hour of six. How many sculptures does my mother own!?! It was the third day since Xanthe and her family had arrived and they were just now finishing with moving in the sculptures. She knew it would take all day but no more than that. Of course there were still all of the paintings and various other items. Xanthe threw her door open after carefully choosing a colorful, artistic outfit. She walked down the long window-walled hallway to the kitchen where random fruit paintings hung. Xanthe fixed herself an egg-and-bacon breakfast and sat at the dining room table. She gobbled down her under-cooked meal and stomped back down the hallway.
Xanthe plopped down on her bed to read her Greek Mythology book. She attempted to block the noise out of her ears but consistently failed. She tried a various amount of things like painting, dancing, clay sculpting, playing her instruments. Each time she ended up angry from the noise. She stormed out of her room and over to one of the windows in the hallway. She angrily threw herself down on the ground and sat "indian style." Xanthe stared out at the lonely beach for over thirty minutes. At roughly eight o'clock a girl with a dog came 'round to the beach. Xanthe observed their surroundings, wondering why they were there. Well, you never know! Xanthe thought, hoping for a future friend.
Xanthe jumped up and ran to the dining room table to grab her camera. She immediately noticed it was missing and sprinted to her room to search for it. Xanthe would never leave home without her favorite camera, it was like her best friend. On her way to her room she crashed into her father who seemed in a cheery mood, "What's the rush sweetheart?" Xanthe looked up at him and apoligized then explained, "Sorry father. There's a girl down there and I want to go meet her, you know, maybe make a friend? Anywho, I need my camera and it's not on the table!" Xanthe could tell she looked frantic but it described her exact feelings for the moment so she attempted to expres them more, hoping to get valuable information from her father.
"Oh yes, your camera! Your mother was wiping down the table and asked me to put it somewhere else, so it should be on the kitchen counter. Have fun honey! I'll let your mother know where you are so she doesn't worry." Xanthe's father kissed her on the head and shooed her along. Xanthe spun around and skid around the corner when she was close to the kitchen. She spotted it laying behind the toaster and snatched it up. She ran to the hallway window to make sure the girl was still there. The girl was throwing the stick around so that her dog would fetch it, Good, she's still there.
Carefully watching her step, so as to not fall, she descended the stairs. She eventually arrived at the beach at about eight-thirty and approached the young girl. Once Xanthe got close enough to her, she observed th girl. She looked roughly her age, which excited Xanthe. "Hi there. I'm Chrysanthemum Xanthe Vannalyka Tollin. You may call me Chryssie or Xanthe, whichever you prefer," Xanthe introduced herself, extending her hand for the girl to shake.
