"Mom, I'm going to the beach don't wait up" I don't know why I tried talking to her though. She's always incoherent from alcohol and just lying on the couch. Welcome to my world. It's not that interesting. I graduated from high school in May so since then I've been spending my entire life at the beach. My dad is in jail and my mom is an alcoholic so no one cares. I don't have friends and people don't know I exist. Before she started drinking my mom told me "honey, the reason people don't talk to you is because you look so mean. Lighten up and you'll make so many friends! You may even get a boyfriend you're very pretty." Yeah well I know I'm pretty. I'm not conceited I don't care what I look like. I would rather be ugly because then assholes on the street would stop whistling at me. So every day I go to the beach, I swim and look for treasures. It sounds like a Disney movie but there so much trash in there I'm basically I'm just cleaning it all up. So I'm going to the beach in my jeep (I know I'm badass.) I'm waking towards it and some douche says "hey babe" and another three whistle at me. So I dive in and swim far away from them. I'm bronze I have light brown hair and green eyes. When I was little my dad said I looked like dirt but my eyes looked like the ocean when it's calm. My dad has a way with words.
Oh by the way I'm blunt and sarcastic. The reason I'm writing this book is because that day when I went to the beach something fucking insane happened. So I dived down to look for trash or the occasional treasure and I was in a seaweed farm that I had never been in before. I had been down there a while. I can hold my breath for four minutes but I was getting close to my limit when I saw something weird. My first instinct is always shark because my aunt got attacked when I was 10. So I started kicking upward. I don't panic I was just swimming normally. Well like you should when there's a shark making little movement but my foot got caught in some seaweed. I usually wouldn't even panic then. BUT then my other foot got caught in seaweed it felt like the seaweed was attacking me and I couldn't breath and I think I was sinking and I could just see the sun through shining from above and then I stopped struggling. I could breath and something was touching me that wasn't seaweed. It was slimy though like a fish. I turned around and there was a fucking fish boy staring at me and touching me.
