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Chatper One

Chatper One - Finding my place 🌊

a/n: Just a short chapter for now, the next one will be longer. Let me know what you guys think c:

I stared out the window, looking at the deep blue ocean. It’s so beautiful I said to myself. I then frowned at what I just said to myself. No. It may look beautiful but you know better. I sighed and walked away from the window and sat down on the edge of my double queen bed and looked at the clock hanging on my wall, 12.15pm, still half the day left. I rolled my eyes and fell back onto my bed. I reached for my iPhone and check the online social Medias. Nothing new I said to myself. I groaned and moved off my bed and decided to go for a walk on the beach. I walked down stairs and walked out the front door, I didn’t bother putting shoes on.

I reached the sand within the few minutes of being outside. The feeling of the sand between my toes felt so soft and this fresh feeling flew through my body.  I smile to myself and flattened out my oversize jumper over my bikinis. The wind starting blowing my hair in my face, and within a few minutes of walking on the beach I pulled my brunette hair into a high pony tail, letting the tips of my hair sit just below my shoulders. I continued walking along the beach, near the water but not close enough so it was touching me. I could feel the sand being more wet and soft from where the ocean had come up. I felt so free when the wind was blowing perfectly and the beach was almost deserted with hardly anyone there. I had been walking along the beach looking out at the ocean, wishing I could be a real part of it, instead of just looking; I wanted to be in the ocean. No, the ocean is not safe. Just don’t. I decided now would be a good time to walk away from the water. As I was nearing the jetty, I debated going on it or not. I decided against it since I’d been walking around for an hour, I didn’t even realise.  I stopped just before and the jetty and headed up towards the road to walk home. I took one last look at the jetty before forcing myself to go the other way. Please Olivia, just walk away without thinking about it for once. I pushed the voice out of my head and walked with a brisk in my step towards the road.

I walked home, taking my time since after some while of walking on the road, my feet were beginning to become sore. As I entered the house, I could tell mum was home, the sweet sensation smell of her cooking hit me. I smiled and walked into the kitchen where I did find my mum. I stood in the doorway, and folded my arms across my chest as I watched my mum fiddle with bits and pieces of ingredients. I personally thought my mum was beautiful, with her shoulder length blonde hair, and she was about 5’3, so fairly short but the thing I loved most about my mother was her eyes; they were a beautiful shade of green, they sparkled each time I looked at them. I smiled to myself as I watched her.  After a few I decided she was too busy, considering she hadn’t noticed me. I turned away and headed towards my room, down the hallway, as I pasted the old family pictures hanging crooked on the wall I smiled. Even when they are crooked, they are still the best photos. I reached my room and flopped onto my bed, I glimpsed around the room and my eyes landed on my surfboard.

I stared at the long white board, which had green footprints leading up the board. No, that board is only a reminder of what happened. I frowned and placed my hand on the right side of my hip but my eyes still remained on my board. I moved my eyes slowly down to the hand that was placed on my hip and without thinking, pulled my shirt up but closed my eyes as I placed my hand on my bare skin, hiding what I did not want to see. I kept my eyes shut but I was finding it hard to keep them close when my mind wanted them to open. Just look at it, it’s there and there is nothing you can do about it. It’s a life lesson Olivia. Just take one look at it. I slowly opened my eyes and removed my hand from the area, just to see the big ugly scar that laid across my hip which had been there for four years. You were only thirteen, just a child, you couldn’t help it. I felt my eyes get watery and that’s when I knew to stop. I removed my hand and pulled down my shirt quickly. My eyes reached the surf board again, not sure to do, I grabbed a blanket and placed it over the board. Much better, no need to look at it anyway, I told myself. I spun around and checked the time again, nearly quarter past five. Ugh, the step family should be home soon, I groaned. I walked over to the window and stared at ocean, I was starting to drift off in my own thoughts when a voice made my jump.

“Do you ever not look out that window?” A bitter voice said. I turned around to face my one and only step sister’ Madison. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the door.

“Well now that you’re home, we can eat.” I said sourly. I scanned her before walking straight past her. Wearing shorts that were more revealing then her top, which was just a cropped singlet and her dried bleach blonde hair, and of course, having that much make up on her face, which made her looked fake. I wasn’t a fan of her, but her father happened to make my mum smile, and that made me happy. I didn’t want to be the one to take that away from her.