Lets Go Surfing for Summer Thrills

Chapter 1

Hey guys, it's Sam. So, this is my first story, EVER. I haven't even attempted any other form of writing outside of school work till now. This story is actually very dear to me because i started writing it after things happened in my life. I don't know where it's going yet, I think i'm just going to go with the flow, I don't want to force the story because i know i won't do a very good job if i do. So this might be a bit slow to start off with, but I promise it will pick up pace. Anyway, thanks for reading!  Is it too early to ask you to Vote or Comment? :P

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CHAPTER 1: 

I sat on the curb, patiently waiting for the dark clouds to come closer with their promise of rain. The sharp crack of thunder and lightning erupted around me as I felt a raindrop roll down cheek. I wiped off the bead of water with my index finger, a faint smile appearing across my lips. Finally.

The rain soon started plummeting down, and before I knew it, it was seeping through the fabric of my plaid shirt. I got up and stretched my long arms out in front of me, attempting to catch some raindrops in my palms. I tilted my face towards the sky, letting them spill onto my smooth skin. It felt so unburdening. 

I ran along the sidewalk, picking up my pace as I darted past the quaint suburban houses that lined the street. After rounding the corner of my block, I headed left towards the thick patch of woods that rested in the far corner of our neighborhood. I spotted my usual entrance area, nestled between two short Magnolia trees, and walked in.

  I wove my way through the woods, all the while enjoying the smell of the rain as it mingled with the musky scent of the trees. The woods were usually much brighter, but right now, only a few meager rays of light had managed to push through the canopy of leaves. It was enough to keep me from falling on my face, though. Five minutes of walking had me standing at the edge woods again, facing a small clearing.

The tall, golden wild grass lay there still and lifeless, weighed down by the heaviness of the downpour. I stepped out from the woods and almost immediately, I was drenched again. Behind the curtain of wild grass, there were a small pond. It resembled a beach, with smooth, white sand along its shores. 

I immediately plopped down onto the damp sand to allow my legs to rest. I just sat there in silence, taking in every detail and tucking it into my memory so that I'd be able to come here whenever I needed to, even if I was far away. A few things had changed since I came here a month ago. For one, someone had dragged a wood stump onto the sand, and by the looks of its worn down surface, they had been coming here pretty regularly. I hated the thought of having to share my paradise with someone else, they would just mess up everything that I had come to cherish about this place. 

So, why am I standing outside in the middle of a thunderstorm, you ask? Well, long story short, a few years ago when things had become really bad at home, I decided to take a walk. Curiosity made me wander into the woods, and it helped that I was feeling angry because I had no time to be scared about going in there. I had just kept walking, following my instinct, because I felt like I had to. Whatever it was that had made me come here, I'll always be thankful for it.

The other reason i'm outside right now, I love the rain. I love everything about it: the smell, the feel of the raindrops against my skin, the quaint, yet comforting sound. It has always been my escape. Everything that was wrong would simply wash away, little by little, unable to withstand the overwhelming sense of ease that it brought on. And that’s what I did feel at this moment, nestled in between the woods while listening to the steady drumming of rain, completely at ease.

The water was higher than normal, maybe around 8 feet deep. I decided to take a risk and climbed onto the big tree branch that hung low over the pond. After making sure that it was sturdy enough, I draped my legs across each side, straddling the trunk. Then I slowly slid my way towards the end, while the bark scraped against my legs.  My legs were nearly touching the surface of the water, and I wondered if what it would feel like if I jumped in. I watched as the water thrashed around wildly, being pushed and pulled by the wind. Just as i was about to push myself off the branch, I heard someone scream...