The Lie Within Me

Prolog

Maria Aqua Oceania. That's me. My life is normal. Sixteen a Sophmore at Ocean Crest High. I stand outside my long blond hair flows in the wind. I sit outside waiting for Mom to pick me up. I sit outside on a bench in my school's uniform. Mom won't let me be home schooled no matter how much I ask. Finally the black pick up truck pulls up to the front of the school. I pick up my black backpack and slowly walk to the car. I get in.

"How was school?" My mom asks pulling her long red wavy hair into a ponytail.

"Same as always boring." I say putting my seat belt on.

We ride in silence, except the radio playing quietly.

When we finally pull up to a white beach house. In the front it has green grass going around the front and stopping at the back. Two palm trees sit on either sides of the yard. Leading to the house is a small trail of stone. I get out of the car and walk into the foyer.

To the right is the living room. It's small with a black leather 'L' shaped couch with a dark oak coffee table in front of it. In the corner of the room is a black TV stand with a 52" TV.

To the left is the dinning room and kitchen. The dinning room has a small dark oak table. At the table there are Six matching chairs lined around it. In the center is a fruit bowl filled with fake apples.

In the center is a staircase that leads up to my parents room, my room, my fathers office, and two bathrooms.

"Dad we're home!" I shout dropping my backpack on the ground.

"In the kitchen!"

I walk past the dinning room table to the back of the room. All the rooms in the bottom floor connect except for the 'U' shaped wall around the staircase.

The kitchen is large. The cabinets are a dark oak and the counter top is a white marble like stone. In the center is an island that holds the kitchen sink. Behind it in is the dark grey stove. To the right is a matching fridge.

"Hey Dad."

"Hey kiddo how was school?" He says moving around the kitchen making clam chowder.

"Same thing it always is."

"I see. Why don't you grab an apple and sit on the back porch?"

"Yeah. Okay." I grab a red apple from the fruit bowl on the counter.

I walk in between the kitchen and the living room to the glass sliding doors and open them. The sent of salt hits my face along with a rental breeze. I go out to the porch and sit at the dark oak table and black chairs.

I stare out at the ocean. The sun hits it making it look like the sky is dancing. Waves come rolling in. I look closer at the wave to see Marco the neighbor boy surfing. His brown hair that goes to his ears is soaking wet. His tan skin getting drops of water all over it.

I put my apple down and run upstairs. I quickly change into my black swim suit. I run back to the backyard and grab the long green surf board with the black stars. I run to the water just as Marco comes in.

"Hey Mar!" He says running up to me.

"Hey Marco! Coming in early?"

"Was planning on it, but since your here wanna see who can catch a better wave?"

I stare into his green eyes. I smile. "Your on!" I run out to the water and start to paddle out to the ocean. I dive under waves until I get to where the sea is somewhat calm. I turn to see Marco coming up behind me.

A giant wave comes and I turn my board around. So does Marco. I start to paddle out until I feel the wave start to pick me up. I stand up and go up and down the wave. I let my fingers touch the side as I go. This is the best feeling in the world being out here nothing but you and the wave. I snap out of day dreaming when I realize I'm starting to loose control of my board. I then regain control and ride the wave back to shore.

"That wave was great!" Marco says I walk up to him.

"Yeah it was! I wish I could do this more often." I say staring out at the waves.

"It really is great isn't it?"

"Ya it is."

We both sit in the sand and stare out at the waves. I sit and cup the sand into my hands and play with it making a little mound. I see Marco do the same thing. This is nice.

"Maria diner!" Mom tells from the back porch.

"Coming!" I yell back making sure not to yell in Marco's ear. "I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Oh and don't forget those pictures of us for our project."

"Don't worry I won't." I stand up and grab my board. I walk to the porch and lean the board up against the house. Mom hands me a towel and I walk upstairs to change. I can't forget those photos. There in my dad's office, so I'll just get them after dinner.