Under the tides

Chapter one

Rowan's POV:

In all honesty I have never cared much for beaches, trying to pair dress-codes and swimsuits is not an easy task. It's hard trying to guess what's going on in this weeks episode of: what will Mrs.N find offensive next??™ but I've managed to find a swimsuit that falls under the 5 b's rule. It's not the cutest, but I'd rather look like a mum then deal with teachers telling me that my collarbones shouldn't see the light of day.

Meanwhile, boys can wear weed socks and booty shorts, welcome to public school.

I turn around to face Ce'Nedra and Neha who are sitting behind Gina and I on the bus. Neha has her dark hair pulled back into a beachy ponytail with a pair of tinted specks shielding her (AMAZINGLY STUNNING) eyes.

"Cen, you look like a queen." Gina compliments our friend with a smile, raising her voice a bit so she could be heard over the sea of chatter filling the bus like an orchestra. I  nod my head in agreement. It's hard for Cen not to look like a goddess on a daily basis. Cen laughs and runs a hand threw her thick hair.
"I will cut you." She says. I snort a response, propping my elbows up on the the frame of the bus seat.

Emma's POV:

I shift around in where I sit, my legs are sticking to the brown faux leather bus seats. Janae was smart on the other hand, laying her towel beneath her so she didn't have to deal with the unpleasant mix of shorts and chairs.

Me, however, didn't even consider it when plunking myself down by the window. On hot days such as this one, I was very thankful for my shortly cropped hair, it kept me cool. Sometimes I regret chopping it off but Gina and Rowan are there to (somewhat forcibly) convince me that I look great, but I don't always believe them.

I look around the bus, mostly at the bus driver though. He has his face pulled into a sour expression, angry eyes looking up in the mirror, ready to snap at any kid who turns around in their seat to talk to a friend. Unfortunately he does call out a student, and it was Rowan. She frowns, and sits back down, saying something to Gina I can't quite hear but it looks like something along the lines of: "It was a red light anyway." Gina just smiles and rolls her eyes in agreement.

Gordon's POV:

Aiden has been explaining the entirety of the Shrek franchise to me since we stepped foot on the school bus, he's making a point not to leave out the merchandise that was released as well. Whilst he does so, I have been keeping a cool face, admiring the dicks drawn the windows at the back of the bus with loose interest, waiting for him to take a breath so I could slip in that Shrek jokes have lost their macho.

I decide not to, knowing that this would honestly pain Aiden to hear. This just goes to show that I'm a great friend, I know this. It's beach day, some kids are wearing their swimwear under their clothing while others came already prepared with no need to remove a shirt or a pair of shorts to jump into to water. I realize that Aiden has stopped talking, his eyes fixed on my pointedly, he must of just asked me a question. I scratch the back of my head and nod.
"Um ye.." I say. Aiden just frowns.
"You're disgusting dude." He says, looking away from me and down the isle of the bus.
Whoops..

Gina's POV:

We all flood out of the bus, I hurt my ankle a bit when throwing myself off the last step. I wanted to see how far I could jump, I like pushing myself in little ways. It makes me feel a bit lighter when knowing I have tried my best, even when that comes to jumping off a school bus. I wince at the brightness from the early summer sun, yuck, and it was only June. Raising my hand to shield my deep brown eyes from the sun, I turn to Trentin.

"Why aren't you wearing shorts?" I ask, gesturing to the young boys clothing. Of all days, Trentin chose a trip to the beach to wear his burgundy jeans and a black shirt. This child is going to melt, I swear to god. Trentin's head snaps up from the pebble he was rolling across the dusty ground with the tip of his foot to meet my condescending stare.

"I dunno, shorts are for the weak." He says shrugging, with a quick movement he slaps katers unsuspecting back. Kater in question, sporting a pair of blue plaid swim shorts. "right kater?!" Trentin says with a straight expression, kater shifts around to face me, dumbfounded.
"Um, yes." He says. I just roll my eyes and scoff.  My class makes their way down to the beach, guided by the nagging instructions of our homeroom teacher. 

The beach is okay, it's nothing like the white sand beaches of Malibu, you wouldn't find a sports illustrated model posing on it anytime soon, but it was nice and nostalgic. The kind of beach your parents took you too when you were a kid. The deep blue waves lap at the shore, the waterline beginning to eat away at the sand castles that were constructed too close to the nearing tide. Abandoned pails and shovels dot the sand like moths on a lightbulb. I inhale the salty air with a grin spreading across my face.

"I'm home!" I exclaim, throwing my arms in the air. Emma looks at me with a smile, squinting a little from the wind that is battering her mahogany hair out of her face.
"What do you mean?" She says, tugging at the bottom of her shorts. I look at her happily.
"I'm surrounded by salt! Salty just like me!"
"Oh my god. Gina.."