Once Upon A Starr

Chapter 6: One with the Ocean

Tyler's POV

Enjoying the beautiful waves with no one around is truly a breather.

I am having the time of my life.

"I am the king of the world!" I screamed while sitting on my surfboard with the sun blazing high.

I continued to shout all my problems away until I realized that nothing was left but me and me alone; I already let it all out.

"This is so great," I mumbled to myself while a smile crept its way into my face. I continued to swim, surf small waves and finally rested on my board to catch my breath.

It was all good and great when I noticed a girl walking down the stairs from that house on the cliff. She was wearing a yellow bikini, her eyes covered with big sunglasses while tying her brown hair into a high ponytail. She looks so hot.

Hotter than the sun. I thought.

I continued to watch her every move like a creep but she didn't feel uncomfortable so she probably didn't know that someone was looking. Perhaps, she didn't know that she wasn't alone.

I can't blame her, though. If I lived in a place where I only have one neighboring house and knowing that no one stays there except for short vacations, I would think that I own the island.

On her second flight of stairs, she removed her sunglasses and placed it on the floor along with the towel she was holding, she climbed over the metal railings and before I could shout 'Stop!', she jumped off the it and went straight to the sea with a splash. My heart was beating so fast that I didn't have time to analyze what happened.

What a crazy, hot chick! She scared the hell out of me. She jumped off a twenty feet high staircase like it was nothing to be feared.

When I saw her rise above the ocean, I was going to catch up with her and tell her how crazy she was but she swam back to the shore.

Maybe she just needed a breather, too. I think that she did what she did to feel wild and free and that, maybe, she just needed release. Like me.

I looked around but she was nowhere to be found; it's as if she was a ghost. A mysterious beautiful ghost, to be exact.

As I swam back to the shore, I can't help but feel disappointed not being able to talk to her. I leaned my board on the wall a few feet away from the pool and went inside the house to dry myself.

I leaned against the terrace rail with a towel around my neck and a drink in one hand as I stared at the deep blue sea.

On the corner of my right eye, I noticed the same girl holding a surfboard while closing the door of a small shack near the entrance of the stairs.

Oh, so that's where she went. I smiled.

She, then, went straight to the water and paddled her way through the huge waves until she was at least half a kilometer away for the shore.

"She has guts. Cool," I said to myself with admiring voice.

She sat there for more than five minutes before she was on her stomach again and paddling to the direction of the shore. It was then that I noticed the huge wave that was coming and my eyes widened at this.

"What the f**k!," was all I could say before she stood up smoothly and found her balance. She really does know what she's doing.

Is she a professional surfer or something? I haven't seen her in the sports channel or magazines 'cause if I did, I would definitely know her. Which I don't.