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when you go through deep waters, I will be with you. - - - - - -
• GRACIE •
Ever since I was a small child, something always felt wrong. As if I wasn't where I was meant to be. Of course, being six, I couldn't have tried to act on it. The days passed, something missing from inside my soul. After a while, I stopped wondering, thinking, paying any attention to that lasting feeling. - The first time I set foot on the powdery sand I was barely twelve. It felt good underneath my feet, getting stuck between my toes.
I looked back for my mother, waiting for her to sneak up behind me holding pounds of sunscreen. There was no mother to be found, so I ran into the water. It was cold, pinching my skin in a good way. Like I could breath for the first time. -
April 2 • 8:12 am "Gracelynn! You should have left a damned note!" my mother's voice rings in my ears. I roll my eyes. "You knew I was here anyway mother. And it's Gracie." This time her eyes roll, it's clear where I get my personality traits from.
"I am not calling you by the name you gave yourself. Call your brother, he will take you home. I don't want to smell a whiff of beach anything miss." She throws her dark ponytail over one shoulder and struts away.
This morning I left early to head down to the beach. As if she doesn't know how frequently I do that, I, of course, get my ass chewed. Lord give me strength. - My brother, Adam's, red pickup truck comes into view. I let out a sigh in annoyance. "Thanks." I force out getting into the passenger side. "It amazes me how you can swim in the 60° weather G." He says, ignoring my extremely kind greeting. As if I hadn't done it enough today, I roll my eyes once again. "
Screw off will you? I shouldn't be in here right now." I hiss out. "I know you think you're all 'gnarly' and what not, but do you really believe you'll get somewhere with this?" He said.
Did I? I'm not even sure. I love to swim, to surf, to feel the water in every form. It's what keeps me going, wherever I'm going. Swimming as a sport isn't half as much fun for me. I get no rush. No nothing.
"Do you really think you'll get somewhere saying what not? Jesus Christ A. I didn't know life was that rough for you at the moment." His scowl made me smile. Today's gonna be shit. -
