Bad boy Beaches and a Boarding school.

Chapter one.

Riley's P.O.V.

Tapping a violent string of words into my phone to send to my guardian, I took a sip of my coffee while heading to class.

I'm Riley Walters, but I guess my last name means nothing, no legacy, no memories, no family, nothing.

I'm 16 and I go to a boarding school near sandstone harbour.

My best friend, Daliah, has been ill in her apartment for the last week and hasn't come into school, leaving me pretty much alone.

There's not really much else to say apart from I'm the school's rebel and I scare the shit out of everybody.

Wow, that's depressing.

The first class I had today was English (yay!) I love English, I love writing and reading. I love getting lost in a book it's like stepping into another world, or just further into this world (I haven't been far in my life, I haven't even left the school grounds for 3 years) but I loved going on adventures even if they were just in my head.

The last time I went on an adventure was when I was 13, I ran away from my guardian's house and ran further than ever before. I discovered a beautiful beach close by, it was hidden by rocks and hills and greenery. It was beautiful, it was my escape. It was also his escape. We met and we spoke for hours, he was my first real friend and I don't think I've ever been close to anybody since. We had so much fun, it was the best day of my life by a mile. (Not that it's much of an achievement, my life's shit) He showed me all sorts, how to skim rocks, how to fish in rock pools. I've never missed anyone as much as him, the only wish I've ever wished for (since that day) was to meet him again.

I didn't realise it but my eyes were welling up at the thought of that day.

Yep, only a day. After that my guardian sent me to the local boarding school and I haven't even left the site since, mainly a behavioural thing because I don't stand for any shit. I spent my childhood getting beaten and abused that has led me to be violent, rude and have anger problems. Not my fault.

I walked into my class and sat down at the back sitting in my usual spot, furthest from the door and the teacher.

Miss perajue (peh-ra-jew) was my favourite teacher, she loved my work and never told me off. (This was the only class I didn't 'misbehave' in) She constantly says I have potential and that I should write a book and publish it. *cue blush face. ☺️

"If everybody could hand their essays on creative writing in on my desk" miss said after the bell had rung declaring the beginning of school.

I had done mine on a woman who got lost in the woods and got found by a man she had never seen before. It's all very confusing at the beginning (on purpose) but it's all clear by the end. They fall in love but his boss refuses to let him defy to such a low standard of living. She finds out he's not human but overlooks her fear and loves him anyway. But he gets murdered by his boss, him speaking the words "how dare you treat your creator with such little respect, your too much like a human. You must be destroyed"

I'm really happy with how it turned out, it's the best story I've written so far and honestly while reading it through I was almost in tears. Well done me.

I've cried twice in my life, the day I was sent to boarding school and the day I realised I would never see Him again.

I placed my work on miss' desk when she whispered,

"is it good?"

"I almost cried" I answered truthfully and exposed a large smile to her as her face lit up by my words.

"I can't wait" she replied, taking the mass of sheets and pulling them to the side, I had secured the pages with a large clip thing which had my initials R.W written in permanent marker.