outer dehjil (#1)

welcome back, Sab.

sabria's pov.

now.

Oh, I will miss this apartment. I will miss Brian and Maria. I will miss this city and the sunsets, the friends I've made here. But I'll never miss them as much as I've been missing Outer Dehjil, my mother, my sister Leilani and my bestes friends on this planet.

The competitions here have been amazing. I've met so many talented surfers. I even won most times. And Brian and Maria stood behind me through everything. But now I have to leave. It's my own decision. I can't keep avoiding my mother. It would just break the relationship I have to my little sister and my friends.

And that's the last thing I want.

I sip my big suitcase close and place it on the ground. Here we go again, the goodbye's.

I walk into the kitchen of Brian's and Maria's apartment and find them sitting there. I walk up to Maria and hug her tightly until Brian joins in. They have me tight in their embrace and for once in a while I feel loved. I feel safe in their arms. And I can one-hundred percent say that they care about me.

"We will miss you, Sabria." uncle Brian exclames.

I sniffle a little. I spend 10 months here. And I can truthfully say I was happy. Here, I felt understood, safe, cared about and wanted.

"I'll miss you guys, too." I manage to say through my tears.

We all pull away and Maria wipes her tears away.

"Don't do anything stupid, kid. Always call us if you need someone to talk to or if anything happened." she laughs through her tears and I manage to chuckle a little as well.

Uncle Brian kisses my forehead. "I'm so proud of you." he tells me and I smile.

He's so much like dad. He looks like him a lot since they're twins. And his character is just as loving and caring as my fathers, too.

Oh, I miss him.

"Thank you for everything." I tell them and smile. I'm truly so thankful for everything they did for me.

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I pay the driver and take a step out of the car. The weak but yet so exciting feeling that flows through my body grows with every step I take near my house. I'm back.

I'm back in Outer Dehjil, my home.

Here, the island of your dreams. Where you either work 24/7 or watch the architect's design your fifth house. Figure eight or Jill. Figure eight is the rich side of the island, Jill is the more or less poor side. Figure eight is a calm place consisting of golf resorts, rich motels, villas and harbors.

Guess where my friend and I don't live? Right. But Jill has some good parts too. At least downtown isn't claimed by neither side of the island.

The rich people from figure eight call us freaks. Which sounds really weird if you'd ask me. What's bad about being a freak? You go to the only school on the island which of course is on the rich side. And is a private school. There are more schools on the other islands of Outer D but do I look like I'm waking up at 4 in the morning to take the boat or the long road to the next island just for school? I don't think so. You have to work as many jobs as you can get to provide a good life for yourself and your family. You are neglected, forgotten about.

But what's good about being a freak? You are neglected, forgotten about and nobody cares about what you do. Which may only be fun for me and my friends but who cares? If we live in poor circumstances then we better make it fun.