Boys in Blue

From Good to Bad

The fiery sun was just peeking over the horizon, sending a glistening glow on the surface of the endlessly blue sea. The loose sand beneath my feet felt cold and damp, slithering its way between my toes and sending a pleasant shiver up my spine. My gleaming white surfboard is pressed against my side, fingers clasped tightly underneath. Minimal people occupied the beach, except for a few early morning joggers and eager surfers already cruising along powerful waves. A few Bondi lifeguards set up the beach slowly, taking their time and enjoying the peacefulness of the morning. Although everything was perfect at that moment, dark clouds swarmed in the distance, the tell-tale signs of the storm soon to come.

The gentle breeze sent my streaked brown hair flying over my shoulders as I pounded closer to the surf, anticipating the first contact with the icy water. I sucked in sharply as it lapped over my stomach, before taking a breath and diving headfirst into the cool abyss. I let the waves roll over me, listening to the distant rumble of the sea and feeling the gentle tug of the leg rope clasped around my ankle. Breaking the surface I took a big gulp of fresh air, clambering onto my surfboard and paddling out into deeper water, where the waves crashed more powerfully and seemed to tower above my head. Confident in my ability, I felt no fear. 

For the next few hours I caught wave, after wave, after wave. The beach slowly became alive as an endless stream of people flowed onto the sand, desperate to enjoy the few hours of sun before the storm hit. Exhausted, I paddled back to shore, shaking out my damp, salty hair and collapsing on my towel positioned at the southern end of the beach, which is already surrounded by clumps of people chattering and sun baking. The lady perched next to me yelled at her children to behave, as they ran screaming across peoples towels, flicking sand in every direction. I sniggered and flopped over onto my stomach, placing my hat over my face and bathing in the warmth of the soon to be gone sun. 

Large droplets of rain pelted the back of my legs and I woke up with a jolt, realising that the majority of the people on the beach had hurriedly left within the hour, as the storm had already reached the stretch of sand. I glanced over to my left and watched as the lifeguards hastily pulled on rain coats over their toned bodies and sprinted up to the tower to keep watch from there. If only I could be one of them. Sighing heavily I started packing up, squeezing out my drenched towel and trying to keep my phone dry in the bottom of my beach bag. Picking up my thongs I trudged over to the stairs, struggling to see through the streaming rain. My heart stopped as a large hand suddenly gripped my shoulder and a creepy, snarled voice competed with the loud rain. 

"What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?" He shouted in my ear. I forced my fast breaths to slow and used all my strength to turn around. What I saw made me swallow hard and I fought the urge to scream. 

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