"Life is like surfing a good wave. We have those moments where you feel as though you are on the top of the world and those where your life comes crashing down all around you."
Ainsley Matthews, ex-pro surfer, has been though a lot in the past. From...
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C H A P T E R O N E a not so perfect day
groundswell: waves generated by offshore storms- powerful.
I woke up Monday morning with the sun shining in my face. My alarm clock was blaring beside me as I flung my hand down on the table in an attempt to find the snooze button. After failing to find the button for a solid minute I turned on my side towards my bedside table.
I successfully turned off the annoyance, but in the process a photograph of ten year old Crystal and I caught my attention. My hair was tied into a French braid as Crystals was tied into a ponytail which sat on top of her head. We both looked so happy, our boards in hand as we were pointing to a large wave out on the horizon.
After Crystals death I gave up surfing and locked myself in my room for days. If Crystal didn't get to surf anymore I wouldn't either. My parents were concerned with me and complained how I was throwing everything I worked for away; my scholarship, academics, my life as I knew it, but I didn't care. It was because of something that I once loved that I lost someone so important to me.
I felt tears forming in my eyes as I quickly adverted my eyes away from the picture and reached for my phone instead. I clicked the power button as my phone flashed to life. 8:27 the time read as I groaned throwing my head back against the pillows.
Slowly, I slipped one leg then the other out of my blankets and onto the cool hardwood floor which coated the floor of my room. The rest of the blankets gathered at my hips as I sat up doing a quick stretch as I let out a loud yawn before reaching for my purple earbuds that were laying on the ground. I placed them in my ears turning up the music drowning out all of the outside sound.
I made my way downstairs to the kitchen where my mother was typing away on her laptop. I popped out one of my ear buds. "Morning mom" I said as she gave me a small wave signalling she was busy and could not be disturbed. I placed a k-cup into the kurig before placing my Starbucks mug underneath it.
As the coffee was brewing I grabbed the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch andpoured it into a bowl along with some milk. I then grabbed my freshly brewed cup of coffee and cereal before making my way out the back door and to the small patio we had set up on the deck.
I was sipping my coffee and watching the waves roar up onto the shore as my phone let out a loud ping. I grabbed my phone off of the wooden table and read the text message that appeared on my lock screen.
Jessa has called in sick today. would you be willing to pick up her shift at the diner? from 12-6?
I groan before sending back yes as my response. I was in need of some money, I had to start saving up for college. Most people asked me why I even had a job. Sure my mother had a lot of money from working at a popular law firm but I wanted to accomplish something on my own instead of getting my mother to pay for everything of mine.
