Not Coincidence, fate
Chapter one
Selena, a name that has caused havoc in 6 schools in the space of six years. This name is mine. I just don't do well in schools, boarding or otherwise. My teachers put it down to my ADHD and dyslexia but I know my mother thinks otherwise. But today I will forget all my problems, today is our day out, we don't get many days out. So I hurry home, otherwise it might get to late to go, and I don't want to be in our little apartment any more than necessary. I burst through the front door and run to my room, I had butterflies of excitement in my stomach. I grabbed my rucksack and stuffed it with my most prized possessions; my iPod, my phone, a pen my dad had given me (or so my mum says, it always seems to find me even when I lose it or leave it somewhere and I have never met my dad, he was lost at sea before I was born), a gold necklace with waves on one side and a fork looking thing with a small heart next to it on the other, and a pearl necklace my mum said I bought on holiday but I was sure a wave had carried it to my feet. Not much in the way of possessions but that's it.
I was surprised when my mother had said we were going to the beach. As in my 5th school, I got angry at this boy and he had somehow got swallowed up by the fountain. Ever since then my mother has been extremely careful not to let me near large quantities of water, so the beach was a shock. It had been torture without swimming or the sea I even had to resort to showers instead of baths. My whole life revolved around water and without it I dulled and weakened. I think she noticed because she seamed to take a very quick and logical decision, get me to water pronto and plus whenever we go to a beach my mother talks about my father and I was sure I could remember his smile and the soft tone of his vice but my mum seems just as certain I have never met him. I wish I knew the truth.
So we were in the car, about ten minutes away from the beach and I wondered it my mum would let me off the water ban or if she would expect me to sit on the sand and do absolutely nothing. 'were here' she called from the front seat though her voice sounded a little shaky as she patted the steering wheel with her fingertips nervously. I let out a heavy sigh, I could almost feel myself getting better, regaining strength. I opened the car door and hopped out; mum was already round my side and was smiling at me as if trying to remember my face. I smiled back, if she wanted a memory to share with me when I was 20 I should make sure it's not an embarrassing one. I was going to make sure this trip is one she remembers.
We went and got some ice-cream and strolled down to the serf. 'Selena you know I love you don't you?' What sort of question was that? 'Of Corse! What would I be without you?' I wasn't sure but I though she mumbled 'safer'. We set up the chairs and windbreaks and I went and sat in the sea. I could literally feel the water soaking into me making me feel so much better. I put my hand to my throat, something I do every now and again just to check my necklaces are there and they were the gold one and the pearls. I traced my hand over the waters surface and jumped back in utter terror. I am sorry if I startled you sweetheart; tell you mother you need to get to camp. She will know what I mean. I jumped back not because the water was talking to me, or so it seams, I could just be going crazy you never know, but any way, I recognised the voice. The voice was my fathers.