A beginning without an end

Ok so, this is cheating I know. It's cheating for two reasons.
1. This is not based on a piece of music as my other posts thus far have been.
2. It is only a beginning. But it is something I will likely never finish, as it is an old project I am no longer interested in; so I'm just going to post it as is, simply to do something with it.

It was a warm May day when Frank Carlton and his family moved into the Sedgewood house. Pulling up in the red luxury sedan with dark tinted windows, Gary, the butler, left it parked in the stone driveway. The leaves on the shade trees overhead were a gorgeous spring green, the grounds immaculately kept. But the Carltons didn't seem to notice as they walked into their new home. Frank himself wore a brown sport jacket and dark designer shades, his chestnut hair thinning on top. He seemed to have good manners, though none of them spoke; he opened the door for Mrs. Carlton as her red pumps hit clinked on the rocky ground. Mrs. Carlton was dressed in a tight dress suit, and her auburn hair was pulled into a smooth bun on the nape of her neck. Her slender hand reached up to slide the large sunglasses down far enough to glance at the front door, but she quickly replaced them and began her graceful strut to the front door. As Mr. Carlton held the car door open, he seemed to scan the area, looking for something in particular and not finding it.
The Sedgewood place was huge, a beautiful home right on the shore of lake Eerie, in one of the most prestigious neighborhoods in Ohio. It was clear to me instantly that the Carltons would fit right in. But I wasn't interested in the adults. Word on the lake was that an eighteen year old girl was moving in today, and I was here to see it. Directing my attention back to the car, I looked just in time to see a tall, slender girl step out of the backseat. Just like her mother, she wore a tightly fitted dress suit, hers of light blue. In the crook of her arm she carried a large purse and her shoes made a sound matching her mother's on the drive. Only, she didn't walk the same, and there seemed to be some quiet resignation in the way her dark curls swayed against her shoulders. Just as I was leaning forward to get a better look, I heard what must've been her father from inside, "Sara, get in here!" I slammed back onto my heels in the bushes and held my breath, listening as those heels faded into the house.
*****
A few weeks had passed since the Carltons had made quiet neighborhood their home, and indeed, they had been quiet. The family was rarely seen outside and, aside from the occasional absence of the red car in their driveway and the muted wafting of a violin from the upstairs window, one could hardly tell the Sedgewood home was inhabited.
Until, one day in August, when Sara Carlton went outside. In a lavender bikini, she lay on a chase lounge on the private dock, dark shades covering her face, her pale skin perfect in the sunlight. I know, because I was watching, as I had been standing on my boat, floating across the lake, all summer long. I built this boat more of a fart really, and loved to paddle around the lake, dreaming of something bigger. Something bigger then VistaGrove, the neighborhood I lived in. the same one Sara lived in. Something bigger than perfection in historic suburbia. My parents were always mad at me lately, and my dad had wanted me to go to Harvard this fall and eventually to take over the family accountant firm. But I had turned down the scholarship. I wanted to do something different, I just didn't know what yet. "Sam", my dad would say, "you won't ever have a future if you spend your whole life paddling around on that stupid raft of yours." But being on this lake, it's the only place I feel at home. With the warm sun at my back and the wind in the Ohio trees. I would paddle to the middle of our quiet corner and take off my shirt, floating in the summer sun, pretending my parents, VistaGrove, and Harvard didn't exist. Pretending I wasn't letting anyone down. Pretending that this is what people expected of a high school baseball star who always got the grades and the girls. We used to party on this lake, like we owned it. A few of them still do, but most of them have moved on, "owning" other places. But I'm still here, floating the same lake, but somehow everything is different.