A wave splashed over my foot causing me to almost loose my balance.
No not this one again.
I had gone through this so many times, why did I have to keep doing this.
I had worked up a technique with this; first I have to reach down with hands and get a good grip on the slimy rock, then I slowly lower myself so that I am lying on my stomach, the step after is where I always fail, holding on for dear life. The slime squirmed under my body, I had to constantly remind myself that none of this was real so I wouldn't freak out and wipe my hands off which would cause me to fall into the sea. This was one of my fears you see, being out in the middle of a stormy ocean on a lonesome slimy rock. A wave crashed down on me, my legs dangled in the water as I scuttled to get back on top of the rock. I stood up, I didn't know from which direction it was coming from but I knew that it was. The rock was too slippery to turn around and get a better view of the surrounding waves. I hated the inevitable, I hated how I had no control of the future like my feet I might add. A wave slapped me across the back.I twisted uncontrollably trying to get my footing, but it was no use; I gave up, I slid down the rock , hated this moment the most, the moment as the sea quickly approached closer, where my future was set in stone and I had no control.
He stared at me, he expected me to improve, like I would some day be as tough, as strong or as brave as him; why didn't he understand that I would just let him down again. Like always, I was just one big disappointment, a problem that Tobias had to fix. But even though I hated this, I was doing it for myself too. I had to prove to myself that I wasn't some flimsy teenage girl who could batter her eyes and her command was fulfilled. But wait, I wasn't pretty enough for that, I couldn't even batter my eye. How do people do that? But I knew what I was, a damsel in distress, yes you heard me right, I a ugly barbie doll with her hair all pulled out by a two year old waiting for Tobias to save my skin.
I wasn't to sure why he did though, I guess it has something to do with the way he loved me, but I wasn't to sure about that either. But I knew that I loved him, he was my epitome of safe, the home that I could always runs to screaming like a girl when I had no home, plus his leans tall body that would flip any girls stomach always got my heart going. Well the worlds not perfect; I got my Ken, and he got his ugly bald Barbie.