Hey! I'm back with another story! Well this story is based off the movie Blue Crush 2(which is one of my favorites by the way) and to everyone who has seen this movie you will recognize the dialog from the first like four minutes of the movie because I literally took it directly from the movie but I will only do that in some parts I swear! Anyway… disclaimer time!
Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own Maximum Ride, Blue Crush, or the dialog for this chapter!
I pedaled my bike hard and fast down the street toward bel-air with my surfboard attached to the side. When I finally pulled into the driveway of my extravagantly large house my dads black land rover pulled in directly behind me. While I was walking my bike to the garage my dad got out of the car and I greeted him by saying,
"Hey dad get stuck in Traffic?"
"How many times have I told you, no biking on sunset? You wanna be some movie producers road kill? I bought you the Beemer for a reason." he said back annoyed as he slammed the car door and walked towards me.
"Okay okay I'll drive it," I paused and let a smile spread across my face, "up the 101 freeway to UCA Santa Barbara!"
"Max..." he told me warningly to my annoyance.
"Have you even looked at the catalog I gave you?" I questioned frustrated.
"You gunna study fish and surf all day?" he asked showing me that he clearly did not look at the catalog I gave him.
"I can't even talk to you!" I exclaimed exasperated.
"You gotta free ride to a top school. You're going. Case closed." He said in a 'no-nonsense I'm the boss' sort of way
"Why!" I exclaimed, "So I can score some high paying job rotting behind a desk all day? to pay for all this?" I said while pointing wildly around me showcasing what I meant by 'all this'. In response he turned away from me and began walking towards the house in a tense silence that only lasted about ten seconds when we reached the door where I opened my mouth again,
"Okay maybe rotting was a poor choice" I said half to me and half to him while he just rolled his eyes and opened the door.
"I don't have time for this" he told me walking towards the staircase.
"You never have time Dad" I told him, following him as he continued walking towards the stairs. "I appreciate you work hard I really do," he was ascending the stairs but I had stopped at the bottom and held onto the banister and continued on, "-but I would suffocate in that world. I'm like mom, I'm too much of a free spirit." he stopped half way and turned to look at me funny.
"Where'd you get that? 'Free spirit'" he scoffed as if that was the most absurd thing he'd heard.
"It's from a journal Dad." he just shook his head and turned around, proceeding to walk upward. "You should've never brought her to LA" I said suddenly angry at him, "this is what really killed her not the cancer!" I screamed.
"Maximum give me a break! You were 5 years old you barely knew her!" he said then turned away and ascended the rest of the stairs leaving me at the bottom on the verge of tears feeling as if I had been punched hard in the gut.
MRBC
I was sitting on my bed watching home videos of my mom surfing at a bay off a coast in South Africa somewhere. When the video was over it switched to home videos of my mother and me and her chasing me with her dark brown hair streaming behind her. After the tape stopped completely I turned to a pile of pictures, a journal, and a scrapbook that all belonged to her. After I sifted through the pile of pictures of me, my mother, and my father and I read through the journal I started looking through the scrapbook.
On the first page in decorative writing it read 'Valencia Martinez' and on each page following were pictures of South Africa where my mother lived since she was a young girl.
On the second to last page was a map picture of the coast of South Africa with each great surf spot labeled in blue pen, then on the very last page was a journal entry that read,
"Last night I had a dream where I took my little darling back to South Africa with me and I showed her The Bay of Plenty, Cove Rock, Vulmanzi point and Banana Reef, all the way down wild coast to Coffee Bay and Bruce's and finally we reached Jeffrey's Bay where I always dreamed of surfing. But it's too late now, if could only see these places maybe she could see me too. But that can never happen now, I'm out of time and I'm afraid I'll never get back home"
At this point tears were running down my face and I realized that she already new she was too far gone, and she was ready to go, but that didn't make me resent my father any more than I already did.
MRBC
After I packed my large backpack with the necessities I walked downstairs and over to the mantel where I paused, looking up at my mothers tiki style carving. On impulse I grabbed it, examined it, then tucked it safely away in my bag.
I checked my bag to make sure I had everything, including my tickets then walked into the kitchen with one last task in mind. When I got to the counter I picked up a pen and a pad of paper thinking for a moment with my pen poised over the paper I finally decided what to write and began jotting down a short note to my dad in my neat, loopy writing.
Dad,
By the time you get back from your business trip I'll be in South Africa. I think you and I need some time apart, and I think it's time I learn more about mom. It's just something I have to do. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine as always.
Love,
Max
When I finished the note I placed my black berry down on the counter so my dad didn't try to call me in South Africa. I picked my bag up from off the ground and headed to the garage, where I picked up my moms old blue and orange surfboard with flower print decorating the bottom. I got in my Beemer and got onto highway 80 and drove all the way to Mc Clellan AFB airport where I boarded a 23-hour flight directly to Durban, South Africa.
Ta-Da! Okay now time to Review! So tell me if I should continue or not and if I do, do you want super loooong chapters that I will ATTEMPT I REPEEAT ATTEMPT to update weekly, if you don't mind short chapters I can probably update at least twice a week. So you guys tell me!