My broken family

Chapter five- The sorta ginger framilt

*Warning** this chapter is really serious and o really dont want it to scare you so dont read it if you dont like scary serious stuff**

So my brother and I were going swimming in the ocean and we saw a really cute guy surfing. He wasn't very good but he was trying really hard. so anyways we let the tide slowly carry us towards him and creepily watched him surf. soon we were pretty much right next to him and a huge wave came. I always go under so I did. when I broke the surface Gracie and the cute surfer guy were talking. He said "whats y'all's names?" I said "I'm maggie and this is Gracie," he said something I couldn't really catch so I laughed awkwardly. I learned that it was his first time surfing ever and I told him I would die if I tried to surf. but don't worry I would just get resurrected. We talked for a few more minutes then a group of people swam up to us and we all introduced ourselves. They were all related. three of them were gingers! so from then on we called them our ginger framily. We started talking about volleyball then all the sudden Jackson a 14 year old walked up to me and reached a hand in my hair. "what are you doing?" I said a little freaked out. then he pulled his hand out of my hand and in it he held a live sand doller. "did you put that in there" I accused. "I didn't I just looked in your hair and saw that.." "oh wow." we all laughed and ended up playing volleyball with them later. we got home and told our great grandma about them. "we better not tell your great grandpa because he always asks you to play with him and you never do. then you just find another family and go and play with them." we laughed a little bit at that one.