Over The Shore, season one

by Paradisedude91

Who is Noah? A mysterious teenager is found in a small town called Riverside in Florida, and there he finds love, family, and more questions. What powers does he have? What are his origins? Who will be a part of his future? Find out on Over The Shore.

1. Chapter One, Noah

Hi to anyone reading this, lol, I wrote this during the summer and I'm not sure if its any good but its kind of an original story about someone like Kyle XY, someone with the same "origin" or whatever, but there's original characters, setting, everything. So, thanks for clicking and I hope you enjoy this. Oh yeah lol and im planning to continue more chapters in Summer 2008!

My first memory was one that I will never be able to forget. Even though more time passes every moment, I still remember it vividly. People always say that in the end you always return to the beginning, and I hope that's true. My beginning was not ordinary, and I had a fate that was unclear-- was I going to be extraordinary? We all wonder if we are meant to be something special, and we sincerely hope we are. But in the end, we return to our beginning. This was mine.

CHAPTER ONE:

"NOAH"

The beach horizon was forming, and the sun had only just risen. It was dawn, but it was a beautiful morning. The sun had lit up the small town of Riverside, Florida.While the town wasn't particularly well-known, it was known for one thing, its beach. People rushed to swim, bask in the sun, and spend time with people close to them.Even in the morning, people flocked to the beach. Today was no different. This wasn't exactly a crowded day because summer was nearly officially over and students wereat school. On this morning, something was different.

The beach was wide, and although there was someone on the sand, there was someone nearly hidden. A person that had not been at the beach before. There was one main difference between him and the rest of the town-- this person was completely naked. Suddenly, his eyes burst open. His eyes rotated to look at where he was, and in one swift motion, he stood up. There was something on him, something that didn't feel like his skin. It was something slimy,a pink substance on him. He removed this pink substance, but he had no idea where he was. Where was he? He didn't remember where he was, why, or who he was.

He studied himself, he seemed to look okay, he had a body that was tall, thin and seemed to be strong. Before he could study himself more, he had a strong urge to explore this unknown world. He went to go move, and felt something odd on his foot. It was everywhere-- a light brown color, and some of it would come when he moved his foot. More than that, in his ears, he could hear distantly a calm sound. It was there but it was remarkable. It was the first thing that had made a major impression on him; the sound was so simple but spoke to him. It was a pleasant sound, and seemed to make him feel better. Moving slowly, he edged his way near the sound. As he moved, the sand turned darker, and his feet started to feel funny. There were small objects wedged in this area, and as he moved closer he saw something moving closer to him. Although every thought warned him against it, he stood still. His feet felt different, and the thing that had moved closer moved back away. This feeling felt nice, and as he moved his head, he could see far away. He could see the bright yellow of a sunrise over the shore.

There was too much to see, so he drifted along back to the sand. He glimpsed back to where he was, and strangely enough, that was the only thing he could remember-- waking up there. He took one last look and slowly walked upwards down the beach, where there was much more room to explore. From the corner of his eye he saw something. Something that both shocked and amazed him. They too were heading upwards on the beach, but they looked differently then he did. They were not like him? They were much smaller, and they wore something on themselves to hide most of there skin. Why did they look differently? There were too many questions to harness right now, but as he concentrated and looked closer, he saw that these two people looked different. One had short light-colored hair, while one had long dark-colored hair. They both omitted sounds; they both looked into each others eyes.

There was a connection that he felt they had for each other, something that didn't feel ordinary. He could tell by looking at them that they both shared something special. They both looked into each others eyes and held each others hands. The look on their faces changed, and their mouths moved-- forming a line that reaches all the way to their cheeks. He began to walk in a quicker pace because wanted to interact with them. Before he could reach them, they walked into another direction and seemed to have vanished from his vision. There was something in his stomach that he couldn't put a finger on. Something that felt warm, and he suddenly felt extremely peaceful. The sound that calmed him kept humming its beautiful sound, and the scene that he had just witnessed made him feel alive. Why did it make him feel that way? Before he could ponder any more questions, he felt his mouth moving himself, and a line reached all the way to his cheeks.

Mimicking their movements, he followed the exact direction they did. There were many things he didn't recognize, his feet had went from a smooth surface to a rough one. It was nearly a black color, and he tried to use his mind to hint at the direction the people he had seen went. After a few moments, he had reached something that seemed even more confusing, a small path way on the sidewalk, but just by the sidewalk there were loud objects moving by. They were not graceful, but they went precise and fast, and the lines between these paths seemed to have a deeper meaning.

They all lead to different places; all were meant to separate things from each other. This was an easy observation, and these objects seemed to hold people that were just like him. He had only been studying the few cars that were passing by a few seconds, and he was already uneasy about staying. There were sights to see, and he couldn't wait any longer. Taking a deep breath and letting go, he gingerly walked across the street. As he walked across the street, he suddenly moved his head to the side. There was a car coming, and in this sudden jolt, he saw the driver quickly move from fidgeting with the stereo to getting both hands on the wheel. He had not meant to move his head, but it was almost as if he had done it instinctively, like he was meant to. Before he could think of something he quickly walked to where he had wanted to be. There were many places to see, and many people roaming. This was only the beginning.

He had seemed to master the art of movement, but he decided against seeing how fast he could really move, because there was so much going on. Even on the other side of the street, an assortment of places and people were present. All in all, he couldn't decide where to go first. For some reason, as he walked, the people who saw him gave him looks that weren't the same as the kids, different, and they didn't make him feel warm in the stomach, but he nonetheless pressed on. Peering into the windows, he could see that each small store was different and had different people in it-- people of different sizes, looks, and people with unique assortments of looks on their faces. Each one he wanted to meet, but judging by the looks he was getting outside, he decided against it.

Why were his fellow species looking at him like that? The only reason he could think of was that his skin was bare-- while theirs were mostly covered up. Even though he didn't look at all like these people, they seemed not to care. Even though they have him strange looks, they seemed like they had somewhere to be. Every place he passed looked distinctly unlike the other and people seemed to have a specific fashion for each place they entered. They all had their place to be and they all looked comfortable and confident. How could they all be so comfortable with so much to see and learn? He could hear them move their mouths and make noises and each different person made a different sounding noise. As one would be deep, another would be high-pitched, and some were in between. Some places had objects outside that people would sit in, while the person they were interacting with would listen across from them. With each new observation only more questions emerged. As I began to began to look above to see if it would offer me any answers, I heard a door swing and someone was about to emerge.

"Thanks again, Greg! We have to get together and catch up on old times again before I get too old. And hey, I got an espresso out of this too! Oh, I can't wait! Some steamy hot goodness for me. Bye now!" This stranger shouted loudly with the door half-open. His voiced sounded differently than anything he had heard from the people on the street, friendlier. The person walked out of the door-way, heading straight to him. His mouth seemed to be engulfing a liquid substance from a small object. He took a deep and relaxed breath after drinking some then took a sip of some more-- and that's when it happened. This stranger had seen him, and the end result was not what he expected. After seeing him, he spat his warm liquid right onto the shirt of someone passing by.