How to run away from your problems; step one, get on a plane, step two, ignore everyone who has anything to do with your problems.
I sigh as I look out the window, I was ready to get out of this city. Even if it's only for two weeks. Now let me tell you some things about myself. I'm 17 and in my second last year of high school. I love surfing even though I live no where near the beach. That's where I'm heading now, the beach.
I look out the window and the plane speeds up for take off. I feel the front of the aircraft lift up, then the back. I'm off, I'm finally getting away.
Some people say most drama stops when you get to year 12 but that's not the case for me. I mean don't get me wrong, I sometimes love it in my home town but not when I'm forced to go to the same place everyday and forced to see the same people everyday. I want a change. An adventure. A new start where I can be free and be myself.
I let myself get lost in the thought of all the surfing I'll be doing over the next few weeks. With music blasting through my ears, my eyes start to get heavy and I eventually close them.
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I wake up to the smell of food. Shit, I missed it. I look over to my annoying little brother who is smiling with glee at the disappointment clearly placed on my face. I can't believe I missed out on getting food.
I watch as he picks up chip and places it in his mouth. He then offers me one. I reach into the packet and found nothing but the annoying scrupling sound of the empty packet in my hand.
"The last person to touch it has to put it in the bin."
I look over to Alex my brother who is still smiling like we won the lottery. Thank god mum was in the middle of us or I would be an only child by now.
I know it may seem like I hate him but that's because I woke up after an uncomfortable sleep and missed out of my favourite thing in the world. Honestly Alex and I are really close, I mean we do fight, a lot. But I just think 15 year old boys are annoying as hell.
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Dad opens the door and I almost push him over trying to get though the front door. I was so excited to be here and to finally get to surf again. I run over to my room and get changed to get out on the waves. I grab my red bikini and my wet suit as it's probably really cold in the water because it's only September.
My parents bought this holiday house about a year ago, it's located not far from Noosa and backs onto the beach.
I lie back on my bed once I'm in my bikini and think to myself, two weeks of freedom. Two weeks of no drama. Two weeks of not having to worry about anyone but myself. I pull my wet suit on half way and walk out of my room to try to figure out where my surfboard is.
Once I find it I run out of the house and onto the beach. I feel the icy chill of the crystal water as I slowly walk further into the surf. I reach a point where I can no longer touch the bottom, that's the problem of being so short. I jump on my board and start to paddle out until I think I'm out far enough and stop and sit up.
I watch the small waves roll passed until I see it. The perfect wave. Well the best wave I've seen all winter. I turn my board around and start to slowly paddle until I am swept up by the wave and attempt to stand up.
I may love surfing but that doesn't mean I'm good at it. That being said, I instantly fall off and into the chilly water. I feel the salty water wash through my long brown hair. I missed this.
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Sorry if I don't update much. Hoping to finish this. - Josie
