Oceanside Relaxation Academy: A Short Story

“I- i think i'm fine , it’s not that big of a deal “ i reply trying to sound as normal as possible .

Once we got to the school Chelsea parked her car and got out her heels clicking against the pavement. "Let's go ladies I don't want to be late it's bad for my- our reputation" she says with a quick smile. I rolled my eyes getting out of the car and pulling my bag over my shoulder. "You should put on some mascara" Bethany says pulling out her makeup bag. "I have some on" I quickly respond, "suit yourself, lashes are a big part of looking good" she says shoving her makeup bag back in her purse. Gaby silently exits the car and scurrying over next to Chelsea and Beth.

“Yes, I suppose so. I am sorry for having told you this. I hope you won’t hold it against me. I only wanted to help.”

Henry walked up to the counter. “ Yes we were hoping to speak to a Ms. Ava Badeaux .” The lady lifted the counter bar up walking up to him , she had a white cut off on and gold silk pants like you would see in the Arbian Knights . “ Who's asking to speak to her?” “ My name is Henry Lambert , this is my girlfriend Colleen Bourgeois .” “ We have a close friend , who is in a lot of trouble right now , we keep trying to find answers and she gave us your name to look into.” The lady pulled out a cigarette lighting it , blowing the smoke up in the air. “ What kind of trouble?” Colleen pushes Henry out the way. “ Look miss , were sorry to bother you , but we really need to speak to Ms. Ava , our lives depend on it.” “ Clown trouble?” They both looked at each other confused , Henry then replied. “ How did you?” “ I'm psychic , I also have a lot more powers.” “ Ms. Ava Badeaux at your service.” She reaches her hand out to shake. They both shake her hand following her into the a back room. The back room was a blood red wallpaper with gold fleur de luis on it and stained wooden

We soaked up the view of a pristine, sprawling beach and endless green ocean, our patch of privacy wedged between jetties situated two hundred yards apart, neighbors no closer than one hundred feet.

I had arrived for a two-week stay at the transit barracks of Camp Pendleton in California. We would stay here temporarily until we flew to our overseas base destination. They had told us that we were not allowed to leave the base prior to our flight. They probably believed that some of the newer soldiers might get themselves into trouble in Oceanside, or head for home with cold feet rather than leaving the United States for the next year.

When residents are not lounging by or taking a dip in the pool, they may be found in the club room enjoying its richly adorned décor with wood trim and leather couches. There is a fitness center, so residents can stay in shape without having to leave home and a playground for the kids. This controlled-access, gated community has a car care center, and plenty of parking and garages are also available.

"I am sorry," she said heavily. "Sometimes I can overact. Having help would make things easier." She shuffled her feet a bit as she finished her

“Yes, yes. No, don’t worry; you are a valued guest, my dear.” he quickly answered before even letting me finish what I was about to say.

How are you little human?! Have you grown yet? Did Mom finally let you get really long nails? Did you get into Honor Society? How’s dance going? Did the school year go well? How many competitions have you been to? Have you been to Orlando yet?

The studio has an amazing vibe, making each participant feel at home, and all instructors are professional and helpful.

"No need to apologize. What are you doing down here?" Bailey spoke formally, yet he didn't sound stuck-up. His professionalism had snatched me as well.

Ding! Ding! Notifications on Lydia’s phone were going off every second. Lydia didn’t bother to answer; however, she did wonder if it was Barry trying to apologize. She decided to ignore the sound of her phone and pay attention to the stars. She sat on the creaky steps that belonged to the old abandon shack. “Since you weren’t answering, I assumed the worst.” Lydia looked up to see a familiar face. “Natasha? How did you…” Natasha interrupted Lydia. “I’m a trained Russian assassin,” Natasha justified. “I have my ways.”

Spa rooms are well lit and while experiencing their therapeutic spa, customers can also enjoy the fantastic view of water. Everything is kept clean, from the studios, spa rooms to the shower rooms. The changing rooms are well-amenitized with Q-tips, lotion, blow dryers, mouthwash, fresh towels, bathrobes and slippers.

The Endeering Day Spa is a full-service day spa dedicated to consistently providing high customer satisfaction by rendering excellent service, quality products, and furnishing an enjoyable atmosphere at an acceptable price/value relationship. We will also maintain a friendly, fair, and creative work environment, which respects diversity, ideas, and hard work.