December 19th 2013

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The first two days were always the same with my family, sleep, catching up on each other’s lives and tv shows. The days following were always filled with sightseeing of significant landmarks and sites to the particular city and shopping.

On the fourth day, both my uncle and aunty were busy with sudden work requests that meant I was left by myself with one of the two cars. After trying to figure out how to get to Bondi beach, I managed to get there before lunch time with my phone, camera and beach essentials. The weather at the beach was cool, I could feel the wind blow through my hair as I walked along the sand with all my things. Surprisingly, not many people were at the beach today, it wasn’t as crowded as I had anticipated for the fairly famous beach. Placing my towel down and sticking an umbrella in the sand, I sit down taking my book out of my bag and placed it next to me on the towel.

This was another perfect opportunity to take more photos. I believe in capturing each moment in life, there is beauty in everything, some can see it while some don’t. Photos provide evidence of cherished memories and enjoyment, something you can refer to when you’re older, I intend to take as many photos as I can so I can remember every moment in the future.

After taking the pictures I decided to read my book, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks and moving back and forth between the sand and the large body of water where it came from, like a grown up child struggling to move away from their familiar environments, dipping their toes into the unknown before rushing back, and the sound of other people in the less populated area of the beach began to drain out as I further focused into the storyline of the book. I didn’t notice how fast the hours had passed by until something drew my attention back into reality.

“Heads up!” a deep voice called out followed by another three ‘head’s up’ as a beach ball hits my head and lands in front of me.

“Hey, are you okay?” the first guy to run over to me asks apologetically.

“Yeah, it’s just a beach ball right. The worse that can happen is getting sand in my hair,” I say as I pass him the ball.

“Right,” he says fidgeting with the red bandana he wore around his forehead while  two other guys appeared behind him. They seem very familiar but I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen them before.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you,” the one with the bright pink hair spoke.

“Abby?” one of them asks. Cal.

“Cal?”

“Hey!” we both simultaneously greeted each other.

“You two know each other?” the one with the red bandana asked.

“This is the girl I sat next to on the plane,” Cal exclaimed.

“Oh, the one who had the cool music taste and could draw. The one who you couldn’t wait to catch up with,” Pink hair guy exclaimed while red bandana guy snickered.

“Ignore them, this is Ashton,” Cal says pointing at red bandana guy, “and this is Michael,” he says pointing to pink hair guy.

“I’m Abigail but call me Abby,”

“Call us Ash and Mike,” Ashton says

“Yeah, everybody does anyway,” Michael piped in. Ash, Mike, Cal, pink hair and red bandanas, they’re that band Fliss would not shut up about.

“Hey! You’re that Australian band my sister’s constantly talking about,” I exclaim, “she’s a massive fan,”

“Haha, is she with you? We love to meet our fans,” Cal asks.

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