Lost

Chapter 1: The beginning

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.

"Ryan awoke to the annoying sound he greeted every summer morning at 8:30 am. He rubbed his eyes and put on his thick bathrobe he got when he was 10. Walking to the bathroom he nearly stepped on his dog, nibbles.

"Nibbles, watch out!" he said nudging the pomberanian aside..

Ryan looked in the bathroom mirror and sighed. He had always hated his thick brown curly hair and didn't know what to do with it.All the kids at school teased him about it while all the adults loved it. He had little freckles all around his face and a few above his deep dark brown eyes, covered with his long eyelashes. Feeling to lazy to do his hair he put a hat on, brushed his teeth, and continued on his way downstairs. Smelling the breakfast aromas he already knew what his mother had made him. Eggs and sausage, his favourite.

"Goodmorning honey!" his mother said in her loving voice

"Morning mom," Ryan replied. He continued to grab a plate from the cabinet. Serving a decsent amount of eggs and sausage he sat down at the table and ate... "These are really good mom,"

"I know you have always loved them," she said. "Hun what are your plans for today?"

"Oh I plan on riding my bike to the beach and hanging around with friends until maybe 3:30 is that okay?"

"Yes thats fine, just remember to be back by then for your aunts birthday dinner at Vilari's Diner,"

Living in Hawaii wasnt as luxurious as people imagine. Its just like anywhere else to Ryan. Although one of the great things about it is the warm sun and the fresh water for surfing, and swimming. Ryans thoughts were interrupted bye a deep rumbling conjuring from beneath him. Another earthquake, this oneis far bigger than the others. All the cabinets and drawers were sealed as they were always prepared for earthquakes. A couple pictures fell off the wall along with Ryan's glass plate of eggs and sausage shattering on the floor. For this, was not an everday earthquake.

"Awe dang it," Ryan said as he went to clean up the mess. He got a new plate and sat back down this time his mother there also. "How old is Aunt Jeanne turning?" Ryan asked his mother

"Uhm, I think 36. Maybe it would be nice if you made her a card."

"I was thinking on doing that," Ryan said staring at the wall with his fork raised. "Di-Did you hear that?" Ryan asked puzzled

"No honey I didnt hear anything,"

"I swear I thought I heard something. There! It sounds like someone screaming,"

Ryan dropped his fork on the plate creating a screaching noise rushing to get his sandals on.

"Ryan! Wait! Dont go out there, wait!"his mother said

Being the stubborn persistant child he was he charged out the door. Looked to where the screaming was from.

"Oh god," Ryan said. He tried running inside as quickly as he could, but not before the wave swept him away underneath the surface.