Off the Reef

Introduction

           January first, 2000 was my birthday. My name is Cameron doll. I was a natural birth and as my mom says, it was a pretty easy birth. My mom's name is Katherine. She and my dad met in highschool and have been together ever since. But  when i was born, the family started to fall apart. His name was pexton.
                   His behavior changed which wasn't fair for my mom. She was 26 and just gave birth with the love of her life. But the love of her life started to get violent. He wasn't around the house much and was always at work or out with chase and hunter. His best friends since high school. and in fact, they started noticing some changes within his behavior as well. They had all been talking about it for years. He stayed this way until my sister was born.
                    A year later, my little sister Kelli was born, but this time it was a very difficult birth. She was born a premier with hearing issues. She was being choked within the womb and had to immediately remove her. She took a while to finally grow to the normal baby size but she was always smaller than everyone else. She was a really whiny baby and clingy, which made my mother always tired. no matter how much sleep she got the night before.
                    A few months after Kells was born, my father left, he left without contact, money, and just left everything behind him. My mom thinks he left for California to start a new life, because he was too unhappy with this one. Chase and Hunter were heart broken, but not as heartbroken as my mother. They were the only ones who remember the good man he once used to be. His parents, my grandmother and father, were only his adopted parents, his biological parents died in a car accident when he was four. When he was five and adopted, he was the only child, his adopted mother and father couldn't medically have a child and they only wanted one.
                    He lived a life full of private schools and special tutoring and academics. Parties almost every weekend and good money. They lived in money filth. The father, Gregory, was a businessman. Nobody knew exactly what job he did when he went to work, but he loved it. his wife, Margret, was a wedding hostess.
                    He had a great life, girls, money, perfect grades, but when he fell in love with katherine, his heart was moved. They married at eighteen and he got a job as a construction worker, but a high-tech one. one that paid good money. Mom was a surfer teacher, she lived her passion with what she had, until she got pregnant. Everything went downhill from there.
                    With father leaving so suddenly, and money bills starting stacking up, medical bills also, she went through shit. I was her only support beam, me and her sister, my aunt, tyler. My family was really small but it filled my heart. At the time i was only in love with a few things, my family, animals, and the beach. Kells and i were born and raised in hawaii. my dream home. Everything was within a walking radius and even had a big town nearby. I liked populated areas because it might sound weird, but i felt safe. I felt safe knowing if something happened it would be more difficult seeing as there are a lot of people around. I had a job of being a life gaurd and surf trainer. Taking on the career my mom wishes she could still have. We lived directly on the beach so every morning was a perfect quick little swim.
                    From being a single mom, you'd expect a terrible house constantly messy and confusing. Multiple bills to pay, and very stressful. But its the opposite. my mom was a high placed vet. She always knew she wanted to be a vet and dreamt of building her own franchise. She still had that dream.
                    My sister, was the happiest of the family. I was rushed to grow up and mature to help take care of my family. And kelli stayed being a child, even only a year younger than me. She loved animals almost as much as mom, but most importantly she was made to be a lawyer. She was so independent and beyond smart. She even considers being one now.
                    Now its 2017, i am 17 and am on the move to a brand new town, home, job, and life. I was angry at my mom for a while for making us move. We had such a great life back then and i felt that she wanted to take that away. But i was selfish and didn't think about the fact that mom was traumatized from that house and beach. Constantly remembering the man who broke her heart. So we had to move.

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I intend to continue to add more chapters and even finish this story.