Riptide

Part 1

I looked out to those beautiful, big waves that crashed on the sand not too far away from me. I wished it was me out there, riding those waves, having no care in the world as I glided my hand through the cold water.

A few weeks before my dad died he and I had a talk about surfing. He told me that no matter what happens I should always do what I want and what I truly love because it makes me happy and that's the only thing you should care about. Being happy. And at the time I believed him and told him that I would even through I was still only seven years old and I still hadn't faced the real world, he said that no matter the circumstances I will always surf along with the other things I truly loved doing. But when he died apart of me died inside too, and that part of me was my love for surfing.

I was mad at the world. Mad at the ocean, at my family, even though it was none of their faults. At the time I isolated myself in my room crying for weeks until I finally decided to stop it and try and live my life. And it was truly no ones fault but it was luck. Sometimes you get lucky and sometimes we'll you don't. It's that simple. Well to me at least.

I leaned my head back onto my towel as the warm, golden sun hit my naturally tanned body from spending my time outside all day every day, the suns rays felt so beautiful, it felt like when you crack your fingers or your neck and that tension that was once there is now gone as you relaxed.

"Anna? Did you see that?" I looked over at my brother running towards me with his board underneath his right arm, lying I said. "Yes it was so good" I wasn't really paying much attention to the boy because it felt so nice to close my eyes and not worry about a thing.

Noah, my brother came down and sat next to me on his towel.  "It was? I didn't know if it was that good" I just nodded my head not paying attention to anything he was saying. 

"Alright I'm gonna go out one more time then we can go home" Noah grabbed the board and ran out to the waves once again. This time I actually was going to watch him because I kind of felt bad for not watching him and he seemed so excited until another figure who was cruising through the ocean caught my eye.

I watched as the figure glided along the wave with ease so gracefully, he didn't do many tricks and twists but something about his style was just so mesmerising to watch.

The blonde boy then came up to the shore, not far away from me, running up to another group of tall boys with all the shirts off surrounded by towels and surfboards and the boy sat aside them, I watched them talking and laughing until I was knocked out of my thoughts.

"Did you watch?" I looked to the overly eager boy. "Honestly, no I didn't" I looked over again at the boys who were once again going into the ocean. "Yeah, I know you're too busy checking out those boys" Noah looked over where I was looking at. I looked over at my brother smiling annoyingly and threw a water bottle at him, smacking him right on his cheek.

We packed up all the towels into our bags we had brought and headed back up to the stairs to get off this darn full of hot guys beach. I took one final look at the boy who looked to be staring in my direction but I was pretty far away from him so there was a lot of things he could've been looking at, but maybe just maybe one of those things he was looking at could be me.

We walked back to the house in silence but it was a good silence, a warm silence, maybe that was just because the sun was glaring down on my back waiting to burn up my skin.

We walked down a couple streets to find our cute two story house mom had just bought not long ago. For some reason non specific reason mom had given me the room on the second floor which had a great view from the balcony and you can quite clearly see the beautiful ocean which is nice when the sun is setting and all the different colours come into view which I hadn't really seen much of as we had only been here for like a few days.