You Are My Sunshine
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I trekked my way up the sand, towards the grass and trees. I flopped down onto an old wooden bench under a tree, still coughing randomly. What in the world? Everything came on so quick. I just fell back into the water as a surf board almost knocked me out, and a flash of golden bronze came across my eyes before they had to close because of the salt water making them sting.
I had to find out who did it. Obviously someone needed a talking to about courtesy and looking where they are surfing.
I scanned the beach, searching for the man who had almost knocked me out. There was no sign of him. Damn.
After picking up my thongs, I walked home again, my hunger now unbearable. I propped my board up against the side of the garage, and did my routine that I went through every time I came home from surfing.
I walked around to the back of the house, through the laundry door, and into the bathroom, since mum would never let me come through the house wet. I always had a spare change of clothes in the bathroom so I could easily have a shower and get dressed.
After my shower, I walked out to the kitchen where my mother was conveniently standing.
"Hi, sweetie, how was your surf?" She asked. Like me, she had a routine every time I came back from the beach.
I didn't want to worry her, knowing her, she would throw a fit. So I smiled convincingly and told her "great!"
She smiled warmly. "Would you like something to eat now?"
At that moment my stomach grumbled loudly, so loud that my mother laughed and said "I'll take that as a yes."
I laughed as I plonked down onto the couch. As I turned the TV on, I could hear the sizzling of bacon and eggs cooking in the pan. The channel to come on the TV was Fuel TV, which had one of my favourite surfing shows on. I payed close attention to it, watching the amazing balance that some of the surfers had.
Then my favourite former surfer Layne Beachley came on, commenting on the great new talent on the world circuit this year.
"Some of these surfers are the same age as me when I first started, and it's great to see such great commitment. Some might think that 16 is a little too young to start out, but all they need to do is look at me and see what such great success can come out of it. All these young surfers need to do is stay committed, and they will go far. " She said from the TV screen.
"Your food is on the table, love," my mum told me.
Keeping my eyes on the TV, I got up from the couch and backed towards the dining room table. As I did this, I forgot about the random shoes and other objects that my older but less mature brother, Emmett would have left around the house. So, typical me not watching where I'm going, I tripped over one of Emmett's giant shoes, falling down to the hard tiles with no way of stopping.
"Ahh!" I hit the ground hard, right on my butt. "Ow," I groaned as I heaved myself up. I brushed myself off, my butt still throbbing. I sat down gently on the chair and began to eat the eggs and bacon mum had cooked for me.
The next day – Sunday
The waves were just as good as the day before, to which I was thankful. I got out there at about 8:30am that morning. Before I jumped in the water, I scanned the beach, hoping to find the rude man from yesterday. To my extreme luck, I spotted a man with golden bronze hair, staring at the waves – his back to me.
I began to walk towards him, my intention to ask him what his problem was. I mean, he didn't even come to find me to see if I was okay!
As I reached him, I couldn't believe what I did. Just as I was about a metre away from unleashing hell, he turned around to reveal the deepest emerald green eyes I had ever seen. His bare chest showed off the ripples of his muscles, and the simple shape of his face was extravagant.
He was beautiful.
I felt the colour come to my cheeks as I put my head down and walked quickly past him.
It couldn't be him. How could someone so beautiful be so arrogant?
"Hey! Excuse me!" A voice called out to me. It must be the beautiful man.
I stopped in my tracks, my head still pointed towards the sand by my feet. There were some tiny shells beside them, which I pushed around with my big toe.
"Um, were you the girl on the surfboard yesterday?" I heard him ask. What a stupid question.
I was still looking at the little shells. "There were a lot of girls on surfboards yesterday," I said stubbornly.
He paused to think about what to say next. Hopefully he realised what a stupid question that was.
"Um, I mean, were you the girl that I almost hit yesterday, you know, on that really big wave?"
Now he was making more sense. It was him. Why did it have to be him?
"Yes, that was me. How could you be so reckless?" I turned around to face him, but I couldn't look at his eyes.
He seemed stunned for a moment, and then spoke angrily. "It wasn't my fault you were in the wrong place at the wrong time," he replied.
"What? Weren't you ever taught to look where you're going?" I asked. It seemed obvious that he hadn't.
"How could you be so accusing!?" He exploded.
"How could you be so ignorant!?" I shouted back.
And with that, he took a deep breath, turned around, and began to walk away. He didn't even offer an apology! I hoped I would never have to revisit this day again. Maybe he was on holiday; the school term was almost over for the year. That meant he would soon be out of here.
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