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You know those days where you wake up and feel like something great is going to happen? Well today didn't feel like that. To be frank, today didn't really feel like anything. Just the average, slow day.
Getting dressed into my uniform for work was more like undressing than actually getting dressed. It was required that I wear "only swim trunks because we wouldn't want a shirt to slow you down in the water, would we Luke?" My boss John has never passed up the opportunity to constantly make me feel uncomfortable with his sly flirty remarks. I would quit, but working as a full time lifeguard on a small, private beach is hard to pass up on. Especially with the kind of pay I get at the end of every week.
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Bending down to pick up what looks to be the last piece of trash, I stand back up and walk along the shore, the waves crashing against my toes. Last time I looked at my watch, it was only 9 pm, meaning I have 35 minutes left to walk around the beach until closing time.
As I dig my feet into the sand, the cool ocean breeze dries out my thin lips. Making me unconsciously bite down onto my cold metal lip ring. I'm not really paying close attention to my surroundings, until I see the moon's reflection bouncing off of an object in the distance. Mentally saying "why not?", I dive into the ice cold ocean. Coming up for air, and trying again to spot that small reflective object somewhere in this vast expanse of sea. Plunging my head back into the salt water, I force my eyes open as they naturally want to close being under the waves. Aggravatingly, I swim back up to the surface, not being able to find this stupid thing. As I stick my head out of the water, I felt a sudden bash against my forehead. I pull my arm out into the cool air to see whatever I swam into. With my luck, it was the thing I've been looking for this whole time. I grab the fragile glass bottle, and swam back to the shore. As I feel the dry sand under my feet once again, I take a seat with my back against a wet rock.
I put the glass bottle closer to my face, trying to see as to why I spent ten minutes of my life trying to find it. I see that there is a cork at the top protecting whatever is inside. I pull the cork out of the bottle, and turn the glass upside down spilling out all of its contents onto the sand. The only thing I see is a small crinkled piece of paper. In anticipation, I lick my lips nervously and taste the saltwater still on them. I pick up the damp piece of paper, and brushing my wet, blonde locks of hair out of my eyes. I then unroll the paper, seeing the most beautiful handwriting sprawled across the page. There wasn't much to read, because there wasn't much written. Although these few words worked wonders for me to see how this person is feeling.
Dec/5/2013
Dear Tasman Sea,
Watch out, I'm gonna drown my sorrow in this bottle. It's full of all the things I'll never say to you.
Sincerly,
-M
This person was feeling abandoned, lonely even. And there's no way for me to help, because -M could be anyone. But whoever it is, I hope they know they aren't alone.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Heyo this is the first official chapter of Message in a Bottle, I hope you like it :) oh and just incase you might have not known, when the letters are addressed to "Tasman Sea" that's just the name of the sea the bottle is in.
ily all
-Camryn and Hannah
