Too late to love…
Sarah and Charlie move to Melbourne thinking it would be good for educational reasons….. Well, they sure will learn lots!! As they get through day-by-day, week-by-week, the Brooks bros’ get closer to the girls yet further and further apart from each other. There may be a major accident, a huge fall out and a little bit of love ;D Will things work out? Is it too late to love? Read on to find out!! :D
(Sarah’s P.O.V.)
Hi. My name is Sarah. I lived at Troubridge Island, with my family and my best mate’s family too. Her name is Charlie. Our dads’ owned the island. We are real beachies. The whole island was basically sand. We love, or should I say, loved it. I say loved it because we ended up having to sell the island. Both our mums have passed away.
We are real tom boys. Maybe not Charlie so much, but I am considered one. We ended up moving to Kauai, in Hawaii, because Charlie and I are pretty good surfers. We moved over there when we were about 10 and we are now both 16. Ugh, it was amazing over there.
My dad got married to a Kauai lady called Amber. She was a real doll. She really knew how to cook. I swear, dad was so lucky to marry her. Her sandwiches were to die for. Anyway, we had to move, AGAIN for a better education. Amber didn’t come with us as she didn’t have a Visa. Dad was quite upset. Of course, Charlie and her dad came with us the whole time. She is like a sister to me.
There was a huge discussion about where we would move to. I suggested moving to Adelaide because that was where Ryan lived (my cousin) but dad said no, we should move somewhere near there. (Aunty Cath and dad weren’t that close but dad knew how much I loved chilling with Ryan) Charlie asked if we should move to Melbourne as it was close to Adelaide, but not that close. Dad gave Charlie a smile and yelled, “Melbourne here we come!” Charlie’s dad laughed and picked his beer up and knocked it with Dads’. Charlie gave me an I-will-tell-you-why-later smile. I became very suspicious. We walked out to the balcony and we both sat down.
“So, Melbourne,” I sighed.
“Oh, don’t look so upset! We are finally going to go to a school!” Charlie whooped. (We had always been home-schooled)
“I dunno, Dad was checking out the website of home-schooling in Victoria,” I said, looking out across the ocean.
“Well, we better wait and find out then,” Charlie said, jumping up to retrieve her bathers. “I’m going for a surf. Coming?”
“Wait, why Melbourne?” I questioned Charlie.
“You may find out, maybe not!” She laughed.
“Wait… where do those guys come from? You know, Jackochaps or something?” I asked her. She laughed and I sighed, jumping up to go join her.
4 weeks later….
We had opened the door to our new home in Melbourne. My first expression of Melbourne? Cloudy. Wet. Boring. I hoped that there was a beach nearby. I seriously needed a surf. I hadn’t been to the beach for ages. I had such strong urges to go that I almost called the taxi company to drive me down. I couldn’t though, I had to finish unpacking boxes and getting the house to look more like home.
“Sarah, I need to speak to you,” Dad called out from the piles of boxes.
“Yeah, what’s up dad?” I called back. I walked around a bunch of boxes and there he was. He looked really down. I must’ve looked worried because he came up to me and gave me a great big bear hug.
“I know this doesn’t look like much, but we will make it look like home soon,” Dad whispered to me. He held me at arm’s length and looked at my face. He was smiling. “I have recently contacted the private school just around the corner where Charlie is going, Penola, and they said they will take you in. I made the decision. You don’t have to be home-schooled. Now, you can go in the clothes you are in, but you probably should put on a beanie, its cold out there, Bear,” (that’s my nickname) I looked down. I was wearing my favourite mid-thigh jean shorts and my long-sleeved baggy jumper. He rustled around in a box next to him and he pulled out a blue and grey beanie he used to wear when we went fishing together. I tugged it over my mahogany-coloured hair and walked to the front door.
