Fight For Me -Isaac Waddington-

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-Willow-

My feet lay under the warm sand as I lay sun bathing listening to the waves crash on to the shore.

The sound of people running around laughing fills my ears, making me jealous, why couldn't I have friends like that? My eyes open slightly to see the sky had gone cloudy, hiding the sun from my burning body. I don't mind, I like the pain.

Reluctantly, I stand up, flicking my long brunette hair over my shoulder. It falls down my back in its wavy state brushing against it as I walk. Slowly, I pick up my surf board and head out to the water.

By the time I'm out deep enough a huge wave comes and I'm in line with other surfers.

"His going to fall" I whisper to my self as a rather cocky boy begins to paddle out.

"What do you know, your only 14" someone says from beside me. I turn my head to see Mason, the so called 'best surfer'. I scoff at him as he try's to knock me off before distancing my self from him.

"Your going to fall little girl" he hisses.

Masons a couple of years above me in school, not mentally but age wise. His the typical 'fuckboy' I guess. Needless to say he looks like a fuckboy; toned chest, tanned skin, muscular arms, blonde hair and blue eyes - every girls dream boy.

The wave meets the back off my board and I begin to paddle out. As soon as the wave hitches on the back of my board the feeling of excitement flows through me. This was going to be a good surf.

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"Nice shredding out there kido" Pops rubs my hair. Pops is the old man who works at the beach shack selling and making surf boards, everyone loves him. His whispery grey hair, big brown eyes, wrinkled skin and smell of fish and chips has always been homely to me.

"Just watch where your back leg, that nearly caught you did it?" he hands me an apple and a glass of milk. His always taken a bit of a favourite to Jack and I.

Jacks my older brother, *groans*. He turns 16 soon. We get along most of the time but we fight like any brother and sister does.

"Pops I'm heading home, see you tomorrow!" I call as he disappears into the back room.

"See you later Will" he calls back through just before I walk out the doors into the cool breeze.