Embrace the Ocean

1. Christa

"Christa are you paying attention?" Said Mina

I snapped out of my daydream. I hadn't realized that I drifted off. It's been happening more often then usual but it didn't bother me. I turned to Mina and gave her a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry Mina. You know me I'm an airhead."

"You're more than just an airhead" she said under breath.

"I heard that!" I said. Although it was true. I'm a short blonde girl who can be an airhead sometimes but I wasn't like the stereotype blonde. People actually say I'm very nice and caring but it's just the way I was raised.

"You gotta stop drifting off you need to study. Is something bothering you? Is it about a boy? Family? Or is it that your birthday is coming up?"

I shook my head. None of those things were on my mind. In fact I could care less about all of them. Mina sighed and went back to studying trying to make me follow along. I didn't understand a single thing she was teaching me. Mina kept talking but I drifted off into another daydream.

Later after Mina had finished studying and I finished daydreaming we went home. I hated studying for exams because I could never focus. I gave up the idea of being able to study altogether so I got on my bike and went home. I enjoyed riding my bike. It made me feel....free in a way. The wind blowing through my blonde hair made me forget about my troubles at home.

You see I was adopted. At first when they told me it didn't bother me not until recently. Lately I've been lashing out at them and I always regret it. I don't really understand why I get so pissed at them. I try to forget it but then I have these dreams. Not really dreams but nightmares. In these nightmares I'm drowning and a voice is telling me to accept it and forget my life. I always wake up on a cold sweat scared to death. It's why I have a fear of large bodies of water. My parents don't know but I didn't think it was necessary to tell them.

When I got home I put my bike in the garage and went inside the house. We lived in a suburb like area. Our house was a nice two story house with a garage connected to it.

"I'm home!" I yelled.

"We're in the living room honey" my mother replied.

I walked into the living room to see them sitting on the couch. They were smiling like that had something to tell me.

"Christa we need to talk" my dad said.

At that moment I didn't know if I should be scared or happy.