Read please, and give me your opinions? :)?

So this is what I decided to write; tell me what you think so far; were should I go with the story? Tips, corrections, etc. :D Thankkks.

“I think she’s still sleeping….” I heard my grandma say as her and my grandpa approached my open, guest bedroom door. I never was able to sleep with the door closed. I thought to myself, “Duh, I’m still sleeping! I’m a 16 year old girl, at my grandparents beach house on vacation, and its 10 in the morning! What better do I have to do!?”

Listening to her footsteps, I could sense her presence as she got closer to me. I tried keeping my eyelids still, acting as if I actually were still sleeping. “Yep, she’s still asleep. Hmm….” The footsteps, I noticed, were now turning the opposite direction; heading back to the hallway. I opened my eyes. I could still here my grandparents faint conversation as they traveled back downstairs.

I decided it was time to get up, since there was no hope in going back to sleep anyway. I walked out onto the balcony, letting the morning air wake me completely. The sun shone brighter than it did yesterday, and on the beach the chilled water glistened. In the distance I could see dolphins swimming in their paradise.

After enjoying the view for a few short minutes, I walked back inside and started to get ready for my upcoming day, which was to go like this: eat a quick breakfast of a granola bar and a cup of apple juice, lay out on the beach and hopefully attract some cute guys, go for a short swim if it gets too hot, and finally, meet up with Alona for lunch and ice cream.

I walked over to one of my suitcases at the foot of the bed, and dug through it to find one of my cute, string bikinis. Throwing the unchosen ones aside, I finally agreed on my plain, lime green one, with ‘ROXY’ printed across the behind in white, bold letters. I quickly pulled on my white soffee shorts over the bikini bottoms, just so I didn’t look like I was trying to get every guy on the beach to stare at my butt.

Walking into my own personal bathroom directly across the hallway, I brushed my teeth, and quickly did my makeup. I added a super light layer of foundation to my acne-free face, ran a not-to-thick line of eyeliner under my eyes, and applied a dark coat of mascara, to accent my bright blue eyes.

My long, flowy, blonde hair was already beach-ready; in careless waves down to my shoulders, lighter highlights here and there naturally added from the sun.