Picturesque

Chappie Nine

filler.

BLACK LIVES MATTER.

(A/N: this doesn't have anything to do with the chapter, just regarding this whole shit about the Darren Wilson reaping Mike Brown's life while trying to flee, calling it 'self-defence'.)

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Essette, Cynthia Essette.

Literally, I saw the light. And by the light, I mean the sun. I'm half-blind, and skyrocketing upwards. Totally living the life right now. Kade, that blasted nimrod. As soon as my head plunged down the water, it rose back up, thanks to my life jacket. I was left floating mid-water trying to regain my balance, gasping like a fish out of the water.

A few seconds later, I felt my body, wait no, my gear slowly rising upwards, then increasing in speed. I was once again skyrocketed upwards, my survival reflexes kicking in by automatically straightening my limbs. As I regained conciousness from rising up too fast, I instantly straightened up into a rigid, stick position in fear.

Yeah, I had survival reflexes, but apparently they didn't last that long as my legs buckled from exhaustion and I was then falling. Again. Luckily, the equipment I'm wearing instantly shot me up again, making me internally lay down some of my panic.

After about 7 times of repeating the same process, I forced myself to gain control over the equipment, and sort of guide it to my liking, not the other way around. (Althought its quite silly, having a machine control me, the specimen with a brain.) I got the hang of it after around 10 minutes, finally realizing the fun and excitement most people would build up to this experience. I was floating, but mid-air. Cue the applause and ear piercing shrieks.

Funny thing is, the only thought that squirmed past my mind was how I finally managed to have a memorable experience, even though my own mother literally dragged me to it. After a few more tricks and spins, I decided that it was enough, and returned to the dock. As I landed, I stumbled a little bit, causing me to fall flat on my face in the scorching wet sand. Fantastic.

I was then pulled back up by Kade (that bastard), and pulled myself of the near-to-death contraption that is 'flyboarding gear'. It might have been fun in the last few seconds, but it was definitely one experience I would rather not withstand again. I used the sea water to splash my face, thus ridding me of the horrendous wet sand sticking to my face.

"I hate you." I uttered in the direction of Kade, using the most platonic and emotionless voice I could possibly muster. What replied me was a smirking face, identical to the smirk emoji. Literally, the similarities are uncanny. I suppose I had him to thank for my external burst of courage, causing me to roll my eyes in response, instead of my usual not-so-witty rude remark.

When I turned around, I was greeted by something surprising. Nothing. That bloody asshat. I soon made my way towards the rendezvous where my mother and I agreed to meeting after flyboarding, cursing Kade (a.k.a fuckface) in my brain.

As soon as I caught sight of my mom, she ran over to me and exclaimed, "What did you think of flyboarding? Wasn't it fun?". I hastily nodded my head but adding, "It was fun, although I won't comply to a second time." She nodded understandingly.

We then made our way to a conquest for food. We ate seafood as we were beside the beach and went back home feeling elated, although I kept on wondering how much longer this euphoria will last.

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a.n
aaayyyy hi mates yeah this is sort of a filler chapter sorry for the crappiness overload oops but enjoy and i am using bad grammar and punctuation but the point is have a good day and enjoy this chapter (?)

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