Secrets of the deep

Chapter 1

I don't know where to start. This was probably the most interesting story of my life. It's a dramatic  tale that's for sure but it's one to go down in history.

I was young, about 17 years old. I was staying with my grandparents for the summer. I can still smell the salt air, as we drove up to the sandy shoreline. I was different back then. Young. Innocent. So caught up in my own world that I didn't realise what was right in front of me. This experience changed me. For better or for worse. All I know is that by the time I got back home for the school year, I was......well, different.

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My long, brown hair blew back in the wind as I pushed open the door of my car. All I could see for miles was ocean, ocean, ocean. It looked as though it went on forever, all the way to the horizon and beyond. I looked to my grandparents beach cabin, the one I visited so often when I was a child. It was exactly how I remembered it. It was a small thing with only 5 rooms. It had a small veranda, which was home of my grandfathers old rocking chair.

I remember all those times when I used to sit in it on my grandfathers lap while he told me stories of the great ocean and it's mysteries.

The blue paint somehow had held against the elements and moulded exactly into the deep blue water in front of it.

I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts by the groan of the old wooden door being pushed open.

"Grandma!" I called, running towards her.
"Melissa" she said, giving me a hug. "I'm so glad you decided to stay with us! Look at you! Your all grown up"

"Hey mum!" My dad said, getting out of the car "where is dad?"

"Oh he is just inside reading, you know him. He shouldn't be much longer"

As if on que, grandpa walked out of the house, with a big smile on his face.

"Hi son! Look at you Melissa! Last time i saw you, you were just a tiny thing!" He said, cheerful as always.

"So, she's alright with you for the summer?" my dad muttered nervously.

"Of course, you can count on us" grandma told him.

"Right then... I better be of" he mumbled. And with a slight wave he was gone.

My grandparents led me into their house. It hasn't changed a bit. Grandma took me into the spare bedroom and told me to make myself at home.
I put down all my bags and sat on the bed. What can I say. I loved it.
The cupboard was old and rustic. The wooden floor boards had faded after many years of being walked on and had a pale blue rug placed on top of them. The bed linens were hand sewn by my grandma and the white dresser had paint chipping off. But the best part of the whole thing was that right at the front of the room was a huge glass window that looked directly out to the beach. I stared at it dreamily. There was something about it. Something about the deep blue waves that called for me.

It was at that moment I realised that this would be a summer to remember.

And believe me it was!