The Crash of the Waves

Intro Chapter

It all started when I was born in Health Park Florida during the biggest Ocean storm of the century. I was a quiet child, and continue to be (I keep everything to myself), but, according to my mother, the doctors and nurses, and my father as soon as I was born the storm stopped suddenly; my mother always swore that I was the cause of this event, though I never did believe her. Ever since then I've felt more at home in the ocean than with people.

Well, to cut to the chase 16 years have passed since that day, well, not exactly 16, I'm 15 and 3 months, a sophomore. All my teachers hate me and every day at school was a living jail cell, getting smaller and smaller each minute and hour squeezing me until I couldn't breathe. The only thing that relieved the day's tension was a nice swim in the ocean by my house, of course I was made fun of ("Look at her, she swims everyday, but she isn't on the swim team, she has NO school spirit!"). My mom realized this and gave me a notebook of tips to help get me through my years in High school.

She always proposed new ideas for me to go into a career (An Olympic swimmer?, A marine biologist?, Professional surfer?, Professional diver?). Unfortunately for me I would always be the freak show who didn't know anything except about the ocean. Why? Because I don't do well in pools (Where are the tide, the current, and the constant crash of the waves?) I never liked labs (too much expensive stuff to break), I would fail epically on a surfboard (NO balance and I hate the surfer chicks who think they're so cool, but aren't, I mean get a LIFE GIRLS!!!!!! No offense), and it would be HILARIOUS to watch me dive, especially competitively (sure I can hold my breath, but I don't like going diving deep in the water, maybe a few feet but definitely not meters and meters I hate the dark, it reminds me of a bad dream I once had. Yes, I'm afraid of the dark). So I put up with the teasing at school, then, after 7 grueling hours I'm finally free as a bird (or a fish!). I run to the ocean and quickly wade into the water, going a mile or two out (swimming down occasionally) and finally I'm at my little reef (I say my because I'm the first person to know it's there and to care about it). I've done this since I was 5 and I have named all of the fish (my favorite is Dory, she's exactly like Dory on "Finding Nemo" and is always happy to see me). Even the sharks that occasionally got into the reef swim up to me and let me feed them (I always took some meat, usually jerky, with me, just in case). I was always happier there, with my family (my underwater family) things were always perfect there. When I stepped out of the water things weren't so perfect.

2 hours later

"Uncle Levi I'm home!", when no reply came I knew something was up. When I walked by the living room I saw Uncle Levi in a suit. There is definitely something up I thought to myself, he only wears that suit when we go out to fancy places, when the government checked in on us to see hoe we're getting along, or when Grandma Josephine is here, wait! OMG! I thought to myself. I forgot Grandma Josephine was planned on our calendar. Grandma Josephine was my only other living relative other than Uncle Levi. She was strict and proper and, of course "Just wanted the best for me" even though she didn't even know me, didn't know that I was a daughter of the ocean and couldn't spend one minute inside, much less hours on end doing absolutely nothing. I can't live like that! I mean, who would want to? Although I wasn't social I still couldn't live like that. At that moment I knew what I had to do. I opened the door noiselessly and snuck out to the garden which was right underneath my bedroom which had a balcony. I climbed up and changed into my best Sunday dress, climbed back out and reentered, this time with confidence, grace, and poise. Uncle Levi looked at me, smiled, and mouthed "Thank you".