Freedom To Surf (Jesse Polock Daughter Story)

Please, I Need You Here.

Rileys pov

You're probably wondering, what happened after I came back from my vacation, well Hoppo, and my Dad managed to make Jethro talk. Maxi's story was he was at his mother's and his friends met up and drank all weekend basically, so he left Jethro in charge of me. You can imagine me rolling my eyes while listening to him and his fake cover-up story, which worked, however, Jethro cracked and admitted he went to a party and was in fact not fully sober during the morning he was at work, so he got yelled at for that, basically he told them without actually telling him I was unsupervised for a day and a half.

Which told my dad I was up to something and that made him suspicious. Then I started feeling kinda guilty, told the half-truth, so half the punishment, right? Well, he connected the dots and now I am grounded/confined to tower duty until my sentence by my prosecutor is lifted. He found out I went to stay in a hotel and surf up there, which was the entire thing in a nutshell, so great, so much for being sly.

So that leads me to the present day. I am sitting in the tower making paper airplanes with a kid, whose mom got stung by a bluebottle, and simultaneously a bit of heat-stroke, Reidy and Matty Dee is currently looking after her. I am bored though and everyone is giving me some life advice/being strict with me anytime they get the chance, geez I have no sympathy. It's also part of my punishment. I hear my radio beep, picking it up I hear "someone is in distress just off Flat-rock, we will need a jet ski launch and someone to assist off of flat rock." This is my chance, I jump up yelling I volunteer, crouching down I say to the kid "once your done making paper airplanes, throw them at the lifeguards, they would love it" that was my way to get back of them for the lectures and then I ran out of the tower, while I heard Whippet shout "got back here Riley'', and hearing Matty Dee shout "let her go, she perfectly capable of doing that." Followed by Riedy saying "she's meant to be confined to tower duty" and hearing Matty Dee reply with an unsatisfied "oh."

I run down the pavilion, basically as fast as I can, without running into people and cutting up my feet on the pavement. Yes, I am barefoot, but running is so much faster on a sidewalk than sand..but for your cat, it might be 50/50. I arrive at flat rock, looking up I see a group of onlookers gathered on the edge of the cliff. Well, something is certainly going on; I took off running again while trying not to slip and crash my skull open on the rocks, algae and barnacles don't work well with padding my landing.

Reaching the edges of the rocks, I started to look closely around, trying to spot something, anything. I see someone in the water floating face down, oh god, so when they said someone was in distress they meant decreased, or someone floated out back and drowned before the lifeguards could get to them, and whoever it is they are floating pretty fast, the jet ski might not be able to reach them one time, and even tho Jesse's not my Dad, we share something pretty special, not thinking things through before we go through with them, because if I thought things through, I probably wouldn't have dived off the rocks into the water and risked cracking my head open.

I started to swim over to the person floating in the water. My stroke was a mixture of front crawl and breaststroke and doggy paddle. I may be a lifeguard and a good swimmer, but sometimes you have to swim like you can't swim properly. That made sense in my head but whatever keeps you moving forward and not struggling or close to drowning, works right? I am closer to the person, bracing myself for the worse. When I reach the person, the first thing I do is put my arms around them and start swimming back to the rocks. We were only like three metres out, far enough from the rocks but close enough that the jets can't get there without the danger of it hitting the cliffs. As I near the rocks, I try to figure how to get on there without skinning myself or my dead or may not be dead patient.

I climb on one of the rocks that have few waves crashing against it, or as little as you can get while at Bondi. I push them up on the dry spot on a rock, they are greeted by Maxi and Harris who were waiting for them at flat-rocks, they lift them and take care of them, I think, I can't tell while saltwater is splashing me in the face. I attempt to climb back up flat-rocks, I put my foot onto a rock that isn't stable and fall backwards bracing myself for however I am about to get hurt, but I just end up hitting the water and my knee hard off the rock, and it begins to immediately sting, I don't even have to look down to know I cut it. I can tell the ocean wants me to face the music the easiest way and swim back to the beach so I do that.