𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

sneak peak

here's a sneak peek of 'the truth'

i pushed my wet and salty hair out of my face, and sat criss-crossed on my yellow osprey surfboard and turned towards the sun.

another salty wave came my way, pushing me gently towards the shore, but not quite.

the ocean was blue this time of year. almost crystal clear near the sand. this side of the island was nice this time of year.

i walked back to the beach, putting the soaked board underneath my arm, waving at a woman i knew on the beach, "hi mrs lana."

she smiled, "oh dear you don't have to be so polite!"

i smiled back, "are you all set for the hurricane coming next month?" i asked. she worked as an art teacher at the local high school. this time of year, during the summer when class wasn't in session, she didn't have much money. just like the rest of us. so her husband was normally found outside save-a-lot begging for gas money. i wanted to help in any way i could, but that was also hard because i didn't have much money anyways.

"oh yes. we've got boards on the windows and everything. skeeter's busy right now doing some work with mr. ward cameron. something about fixing up a boat." she smiled and looked around, "where are those friends of yours you're always with?"

i smiled and sighed, "oh they're just at john b's house. i had gotten off work early so i decided to come here for a little and practice some surfing, but the waves aren't that good today."

she nodded understandingly, and then gasped, "oh! i forgot to congratulate you!"

i furred my eyebrows. i hadn't done anything recently that deserved congratulations.

"on what?"

"on what? on winning that surfing trophy. we're all so proud to see a fellow cut resident like all of us out there."

i smiled. i had won a surfing trophy two weekends ago. first place. i won a trophy and three free dinners at the wreck.

"oh, thank you lana." i smiled, remembering i had to get home, "well i've got to get home now."

"alrighty dear. you tell your friends i said hi."

"i will mrs lana."

i walked up the sandy beach towards my grey dodge truck, and threw my surfboard in the back. i had gotten the truck from a kook after fixing their boat. no money. just the truck. but i was still grateful.

i put my hair into the messiest bun possible and hopped into the driver seat, waiting for the engine to purr to life after i had turned the key.

i quickly backed out of the parking lot, and turned onto the main road.

the roads on this side of the island was nicely paved. not a single speck of gravel in sight. this side of the island had money.

i passed by the many houses which were almost four stories tall. almost every single one of them had two foreign cars sitting in the driveway.

this side of the island is figure eight. the rich side of the island. home of the kooks. so guess where i don't live. they're usually rich stuck up country club members who hire the south side to do all their dirty work. the things they wouldn't be caught dead doing.

i continued down the road until i reached a bridge. separating the island into two parts. there was figure eight on one side, and the south side on the other.

the south side, or the cut, as the locals call it. home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. the natural habitat of, drumroll please.

the pouges. that's us.

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thank you for all your love and support on this book. i love you all.

~ always stay bodacious

madi

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new edit : 2/17/21

HI! it's been so long!

anyways, i've made a part two to this book! you should check it out! i just now published a few chapters, and i'm still writing some more of it. thank you all!

"sometimes i wish i could shower with socks on."