Waves

Waves: Chapter 4

Now twelve years later and I'm seventeen. I still cry when I think about it. It's weird huh. I'm a teenage boy who still cries over his parents death. But wouldn't you? I was so close to them. They always brought me to the beach with them, when they were doing their work. I always played in the water. Little did I know that my parents would die to that same ocean that I played in as a child. I don't go to the beach much anymore. When I do, it's only for their death anniversary. Today just happens to be that day. August 28th, 2018.

I packed a book bag with food and water, you know, the essentials. I walked out the door as soon as I put my all black converse on. I looked at the time on my iPhone. 6:00 am. 'Perfect. Right on schedule' I put my phone away and walked out the door. I lived about a mile away from the beach, so it didn't take long to get there. I put my book bag on my shoulders and stepped over to my bike. The blue and green paint had chipped away, except in a few spots. I settled down on the contraption and peddled to the death trap that took my parents' lives.

I arrived about 20 to 30 minutes later. I hopped off my bike and hooked it up to the bike stand. With my bag on my shoulder and a heavy heart I walked down to the beach. When my shoes touched the sand I took my bag off and set it down several yards away from the stairs that lead down to the ocean. I took my shoes and socks off then headed to the water. I stood at the water's edge and I watched as the sun rose above the horizon, making the birds that flew by, a beautiful silhouette.

As the sun rose higher and the day got hotter, I went to my book bag and and grabbed some snacks I had packed. I walked over to a rock that was sticking out of the water and sat down. I finished eating my small snack and pulled the hood of my gray hoodie over my head. After a few seconds of silence I heard the sound of a camera going off. I turned my head and upper body as far as it would go without hurting me. I saw a girl with long brown hair and a camera around her neck.

"I hope you don't mind. I just saw the opportunity to take a perfect picture. With the skyline and the ocean and a boy just looking out over it, I thought it would make a good picture. You don't mind do you?" I shook my head slowly. She walked over to me.

"Can I sit?" She pointed to the spot next to me. I scooted over and nodded. She sat down, careful as to not fall off.

"My name is Aleah, what's yours?" She looked me in the eye, with her golden brown ones. I shook myself out of a trance and answered.

"Um Max" she stuck her hand out and I took it.

"Nice to meet you Max" I whispered a 'you too' a looked back to the water.

"So what brings you to the beauty that is the ocean?" She asked me with curiosity laced in her voice. I looked down, sadness taking over my features.

"Um...well...I don't really...wanna talk about it" I told her in response. She looked at me confused, until she saw my sad face. She looked away from me, now having a sad expression.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to..." I interrupted her.

"Yeah I know" I got up and walked off the rock and towards my bag. I packed my stuff and headed home, before 6 pm. I just didn't want to talk to her anymore. I unhooked my bike and sped off.