Song: Best Day of My Life - American Authors
Matilda's POV
As the car drives down the overgrown drive way of our holiday beach shack I can't help feeling the butterfly's madly swarming inside my stomach. Just thinking about summer made me excited. The town, the shops, the people but mostly the beach. My daydream were soon interrupted by the car jolting to a stop as we drive down into the back lawn. You could defiantly tell we hadn't been here in over six months. The grass was extremely long with the occasional thistle emerging above the height of the grass. The flower beds were completely covered in weeds, it was like a jungle I could have swore there wasn't a single plant growing except I know that there was because I spent my whole summer last year helping mum with the garden.
"MATILDA!"
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of my little sisters voice, I realised that my family had all got out the car and was helping unpack. Turing my head the vision of my blonde haired sister came into view.
"Are you going to help or are you just going to sit there all day?"
She yelled at me with that tone of voice that gets right under my skin.
Ugh my little sister Pixie is always such an annoying little brat. Althought she is only 8 she thinks she knows everything. Pixie often acted as if she was the boss of me, I'm 8 years older than her yet she still bosses me around ordering me to do everything.
Pulling out my headphones I unbuckled my seat belt and slid out the side of the car. As soon as my face entered the fresh air my thoughts of Pixie were knocked straight out of my head and were replaced by the scent of the salty ocean. Listening to the crashing of waves against the sandy shore. I walked around to the back of the car. Opening the back door I grabbed my four bags even though they were the heaviest things I've ever carried I still managed to take them all inside in one load. I didn't have time to take four loads back and forth from the car, the sooner I got unpack the sooner I could hit the beach.
Placing the my suit case on my bed I unzipped it lifting the lid. I fished my hand around inside before finding what I wanted right at the bottom. Of course everything I needed first I always ended up putting at the bottom. I pulled the blind down and shut the door before removing my clothes and replacing them with my bikini. I was wearing my pale pink bikini that knots together in the middle joining the two pieces, the top is covered with a hot pink frill. I hooked the strap around my neck and grabbed my bottoms. The bottoms are just pale pink with the same hot pink frill. Although it is a simple design they look as if they costs my partners a fortune.
My hand darted back to my suitcase and pulled out the first top I could find. I pull out my white Hurley singlet and slide it over my head. I run out the house to the shed in the back corner of the majorly overgrown garden. I walk straight in a go over to the one thing that made me happy, the thing I love the most in life, my surf bord. I take it out of the pile of boards ranging from surf boards to boogie boards to skim boards and even our to knee boards were in the pile too. I place my board and on its stand. I take a huge slice of wax and and rub it over my board. My wax job wasn't to great, normally my dad does it but today I'm in a rush to get down the beach and hit the waves.
"Mum I'm off to the beach"
I yelled as I start to unbuckle the gate
"Matilda Anne Ryan you are not going alone"
"But mum I'm 16 I think I'm capable of going to the beach by myself"
my mum was always so protective and sometimes forgets my age. Shes not a very caring mother and my relationship with her isn't great.
"Mum it's just a quick surf before dinner, nothing is going to happen"
"Oh well I don't know, what if you fall off and hit your head on a rock and drown to death" causal mum always thinking of the worst case scenario
"Mum your being pathetic besides I'm surfing at long beach there's no rocks there" I roll my eyes at her
"If you hit sand hard enough the impact can knock you out then you will drown"
"Seriously Sarah just let the poor child go" I looked over to dad when he said that and he winked at me, my dad can be really annoying but most of the time he is the one to talk my mother into things.
"Alright" she sighed " but only for an hour and promise me you won't go all the way to third ramp"
"Thank you thank you thank you!" I yell and run out the house.
Third ramp is where all the big surf is, the wave: are bigger, stronger and just overall better than any waves in Hartton Bay. I was a little disappointed that I wasn't allowed to surf at third ramp but at least I'm surfing.
Hartton Bay I swear is the best place anyone could ever dream of, it has some of the best surf in the world and the waves are all mine to surf every summer and Easter.
I walk down the car ramp stopping just before the road turns into sand and slip my thongs off. I watch my feet as I take my first step onto the sand. The warm soft white sand squishes beneath my feet, it's like walking on a could not that I know what a could feels like but this is what I imagine.
I continue to walk along the sand watching the surf. I walk for what seems like ages but looks as though I have only made it two hundred meters down the beach. I decide the surf is good enough and stop. I don't walk any further partly because I'm to lazy to walk any further down the beach, also because I'm getting impatient and just want to get in the water already but mainly because there's a group of guys one hundred meters away.
I have numerous amounts of guy friends well I don't really have a choice since there is only three girls in my school class. Basically all the girls in my year went away to boarding school, as much as I would love to get away from Pixie and don't think I could leave my family and also we don't have the money. The girls leaving practically pushed me to become friends with the guys.
The thought of walking passed a groups of I don't know.... six maybe still gave me goosebumps all over. I don't know what it is but I'm pretty sure the whole female race would feel the same way if they were in my shoes. Guys are and guys sometimes they can jerk sometimes there not, you've just got to take your chances you don't have a choice all the time, but in this case I did and I used that to my advantage. I didn't have to talk to them, I didn't have to walk pass them and I certainly didn't want them to come to me.
I put my thoughts passed me and dropped my board onto the sand. I striped my singlet over my head and sat on the warm sand. I slide the strap out from underneath my board and wrapped it around my right ankle. I stick the velcro together and get to my feet grabbing my board with both hands and sprint towards the water.
(Hey everyone this is the first part of my story sweet and salty, I really hope you like it! Sorry of this is a bit boring at the moment but I have ideas for the next part. Please keep reading and my apologies of the is any spelling or gramma mistakes)
