The Storm That Took Us Away

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CHAPTER 1 ~Rachel~

I pick the ball up and get ready to serve. I remember the position like its a part of me. I feel energy surging up and down my body. This is what I've been waiting for. I throw the ball in the air and make two fists, connecting them with my fingers. I then align my forearms and try to block any gaping holes through my arms. I finally move my position up in air, hitting the ball with my wrist. The ball flies up in the air and someone from the other team goes in to spike it. They then send the ball back to my team, and my best friend Chris spikes it harder, getting in over the net and hitting the sand. The timer stops, that was our last play and we won. I then go to give Chris a victory hug. And then hug my whole team. We won 15:14. Just made it. I then walk with Chris back to the changing rooms. The sand is hot on our feet, each step feels like a laden. We go in our separate changing rooms, I put on a cover-up dress on, and walk out with my bag. Chris walks out with a shirt on. We see people stare at Chris. Chris has blondish hair with brown eyes, and works out a lot, so it really impacts this life. It's surprising that he chose to be friends with me because their are a lot 'better looking' girls on the team but my sense of humor beats them all. We walk to my small beach house that I live in with my mom and dad. I live with my little sister too. She's 13 and I'm 16. We walk in and I grab an apple and bite into its fresh, crisp taste. Sweet. Chris grabs a pear and walks over to our bar in our kitchen. We sit and talk. "Nice job at the game.", he says. "Thanks, you too.", I say. "Are you gonna be at the next one.", he asks. "Hmm. Why are you asking me? Are you scared I won't come.", I sarcastically say. He grins,"No, I'm just wondering if you'll bail out because you're scared that I'll do better than you.". "No way, you're not that intimating to me.", I say. He laughs. I then walk down a short hallway and get to my small room. I have a dresser, a bed, shelves filled with volleyball trophies, some clothes all over the floor. I sift through one of my messy drawers and find my phone and my portable speakers. I run back to the kitchen and plug in the speakers and pug in my phone. I then open it and go to music. I find our favorite band 'Maroon 5' and play their newest album 'overexposed'. We sing badly to pay phone, one more night, and daylight. My mom and my sister than walk through the door, with filled grocery bags. Chris and I walk over to help and I take one brown paper bag filled with fruit. We start to unpack the bags and put the food away, I put away the fruit and vegetables, mom puts away frozen food, and Chris puts away dry food. My little sister, Emma,usually just does nothing. "Aren't you gonna help?", I ask. "You guys are almost done and I'm soo tired from lifting ALL those bags.", she dramatically says. "You won't be so tired if I take away your surfing for the day.", mom says. Emma instantly gets up and runs over to help. Emma loves surfing, she had entered tons of contests for it. She quickly puts everything away and grabs a hair tie and puts up her long dark brown hair into a ponytail. Once she's done she runs to the backyard to grab her pink surfboard and runs to the ocean. It gets silent for a minute. "So what are you guys gonna do now?", mom asks. We look at each other and say at the same time,"Surfing.". We run out to the backyard and I grab my green one and he grabs our 'guest' surfboard which is orange. We then race to the beach and see Emma surfing in a huge wave. She perfects it by swishing around and doing some back and forth swifts. She then jumps out of the wave. Chris and I then run into the ocean and start saddling to Emma. I'm not the best at surfing or know the terms but I'm decent. I do admit Emma is better than me. We meet Emma and see a wave coming. Chris gets up and starts surfing. We moves around in the water. I look at him and lift up my hand. I make a fist and stick out my thumb and pinkie and move my hand back and forth. He does the same. The wave starts closing in and he goes into the small wave tunnel. He then falls into the ocean. I then see a wave coming. "Your turn.", Chris says to me. I saddle to it and get up into the wave. I surf through it as my wet hair blows and the water brushes my body. I then close my eyes to savor the moment. I smell the salty air and realize something I always realize when I'm surfing. This is home. I then fall into the warm ocean and go under. I pop up my head. Chris smiles and says,"Nice wave.". "Thanks.", I say. We then see mom walk out to the ocean and signal us to come in. We then start paddling to shore. We get to the sand and I pull myself up and run to the beach house. We put our surfboards in the back and go inside. Emma runs into the house to her room. We walk in and I smell pizza. Mom loves to cook, she's more of an Italian chef. She's making vegetable pizza and fruit salad. I walk up to mom and start to help her put the cheese on. I pinch some cheese and sprinkle it on the pizza. Then Chris and I start to help cutting the vegetables. I grab a red pepper and cut it into slices. Chris grabs a tomato and starts cutting it. "Chris' mom called and said their going on vacation for a week so Chris is gonna stay with us.", mom says. I roll my eyes,"If he has to.", I say. Chris playfully hits my shoulder and I hit him back. "Rachel go get the sleeping bag ready, dad will be home any minute.", mom says. Chris and I go into the hallway and I open the closet door. I look for the sleeping bag but it's not there. "Emma, where's the sleeping bag!", I yell. "In my room.", she says. I go into her room and she's listening to Bruno Mars. Her room is bright pink, purple, and red. I swear it's the perfect valentine room. I open her closet which is full of pink clothes and find the only thing that isn't pink, the sleeping bag. It's blue. I grab it and walk out of the room. I walk into my room and unravel the sleeping bag. I move around some clothes to have some space. I lay it on the floor and go into my closet and find a green and blue tie dye blanket. I lay it over the sleeping bag. Chris falls backward on the sleeping bag. "Home sweet home.", he says with a smile. I grab a pillow and throw it at him. "You can't go to sleep yet, you didn't even eat.", I say. "Ok, ok mom, I'll eat.", he says. I put my hand on my hip and point the other out the door,"Let's go.", I say. He gets up and runs to the kitchen. I run after him. We sit and the pizza comes out just in time. Mom takes it out and puts two slices on each plate. "Dad is gonna be running late, probably home around 10.", mom says. "Emma! Pizza is ready!", I yell. She walks out in her pink leopard pajamas and grabs a plate and goes back into her room. She comes out again and goes into the fridge to grab a water and walks back in her room. "You guys are gonna stay here, no one else is going in their room.", mom says. I nod. I pick up a slice and bite into it. It tastes sweet, cheesy, saucy, crisp, and crunchy all at the same time. Like Chris and I always do we fool around. We start trying to communicate with our mouths full. We laugh and swallow the food. We finish our slices and water and finish our fruit. "Ok guys you should go to bed now, tomorrow is Emma's surf meet, you guys are going to watch.", mom says. We both sigh and then laugh. We walk to my room and I get into my bed. He hops down to his sleeping bag and curls in. I pull the covers over my body and they cover me up to my shoulders. I turn off the light next to me and say,"Good night Chris.". "Good night Rachel.", he says. I slowly close my eyes and fall asleep.