Personal Soldier
Chapter 1: Blue
Lola-Rose
Blue. All that was in my line of vision was blue. A stretch of salty water that I knew as home. The crystal clear waves lapped at my legs as I bobbed along, sitting up straight on my board, admiring my favourite view. Nothing was to be heard, only the waves breaking and my deep breathing.
Today was one of those Long Beach days where there was not a cloud to be seen, where the sun beat down on you and the humidity levels were high. Today was one of those days were not surfing was not an option. In all honesty I hadn't really surfed, I had paddled. Paddled for hours on end, just enjoying my own company, enjoying the freedom the ocean brings me.
I ran my hand through my matt of jet black curls and sighed in contentment. Out here there was no stress. No annoying brothers, no complaining sister's, no gossiping friends, no boys to embarrass myself in front of just me and the sea life.
The sun scorched my back and after debating with myself for a minute I decided that it was probably time to head back to shore.
I ripped through the silence by jumping to my knees and forcefully dragging my hand in the water, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers. I grinned to myself and began humming my favourite songs.
After an hour of hard paddling the beach finally came into view, I was exhausted, but far to blissful to care. Right at that very moment a perfect wave began to form. The beam that was already plastered onto my face became wider. I duck dived, holding my breath and opening my one green and one blue eye wide. The sting of the salt water had no effect on me now, not after 13 years of it. The coolness greeted me like an old friend. I resurfaced, pushed myself up so I was standing then rode the wave.
Whooping in delight I once again brushed my hand into the wave. Finally the wave died down and sure enough I was at the shore. I jumped off and ran to the white sand my board dragging behind me.
I jogged up to the life guard tower, the smile still etched onto my face.
"Quite a wave you caught there Lola!" The young trainee lifeguard Alex smiled.
"Kid that was nothing, you wait till you see her in the competitions this summer!"
I laughed as my Uncle Max gripped me into a hug. He ruffled my tangled hair and smiled at me.
"Thanks Alex! Oh Uncle I'm so excited, this year is going to be my year!" I said excitedly.
"That it will be kiddo! Here." He handed me my bag and towel.
I dried off quickly, desperately trying to dry my bikini and my slowly frizzing hair.
I pulled on my tank top and shorts and then threw my flip-flops on. Throwing my rucksack over my shoulder I kissed my Uncles cheek and gave Alex a quick hug.
I waved goodbye, laughing as I heard my Uncle taunt Alex about his beetroot cheeks.
I walked through the beachfront, my board safely tucked under my arm.
BEEEEEEEP
"Great," I thought, "Just was I need, a bunch of perverts heckling me."
I turned around ready to stare them down, only to be greeted by a familiar bright orange jeep.
I laughed as I saw my siblings faces grin at me.
"Come on Lols, we don't have all day!" My twin brother Lucas called, his identical one green one blue eye twinkling.
"Come here girly, let me get that!" My big brother Ryan jumped out and grabbed my board, his arm was bandaged and I knew what that meant.
"Another tat?" I asked.
"Of course!" He grinned, winking at me. "Look!" He peeled off the bandage and joining the several others up and down his arm, including a rose with my name underneath, was a cartoon light bulb, typical Ryan. He's 19 and ever since his 18th birthday he'd been adding more and more wacky drawing onto his body.
"Get in Lol! I want a McDonalds!" My sister 18 year old sister Natalia whined, her dyed blonde hair gleaming in the light.
I hopped in next to her and gave her a hug. She smiled back at me as Ryan got back in the car after placing my board in the trunk.
"Everyone in?" My other older brother Harry who's 21 asked, his green eyes checking in the rear view mirror.
"Yes!" We all chirped.
He pulled out, and being Harry he drove at least 10 miles under the speed limit so our trek was longer than necessary. Not that we minded though, we all laughed and giggled, and munched our burgers.
Once we finally arrived home we were greeted to the sound of our younger siblings arguing.
We all went into the living room and plonked down on the sofa, chuckling as Noah who's 13 tried his very best to show Jaya who's 15 how to play his video game, while she smashed at the buttons, obnoxiously ignoring every word he said.
After 10 more minutes of bickering Talia finally had enough and switched Noah's Xbox of angrily. Noah huffed and was about to complain but didn't after he caught sight of the even daggers Tal was giving him.
10 more minutes passed full of us arguing over what film to put on, Lucas, myself and Ryan wanted an action film, Natalia wanted a rom com, Noah wanted a horror and Jaya and Harry wanted a Sci-Fi.
"I'm the oldest, I should choose!" Harry shouted.
"I'm the youngest, I should!" Noah cried.
"I'm the eldest girl!" Natalia retorted.
"Our film is educational!" Jaya moaned, flipping her medium length dark hair over her shoulder.
"Look, I'm stronger than all you douche bags and I will literally round house you all unless I get to put this film on ok?" Ryan smiled evilly.
Of course Ryan got his way, not until after a little bit of puppy dog eyes from yours truly.
We watched Top Gun, before Talia got her way and put on the notebook. Which made me want to gouge my eyeballs out.
Before I knew It I had my mom shaking me awake. I was laying on the couch alone, my siblings had obviously abandoned me and headed up to bed.
"Come on sweetie its midnight, time to head up to bed." She cooed.
I grinned at my Italian mother before kissing her and heading up the stairs.
"Mom where's Da?" I asked turning around.
"Out, he had some errands to run all day today, he'll be back by the morning though, goodnight baby."
"Night Ma."
My eyes shot open and I sat up sharply. A crash had just awoken me from my slumber. I listened again and sure enough I heard movement. I looked at the clock it was 5 am, my dad must have been in by now, it couldn't be him! I grabbed the nearest object to me which could be used as a weapon, which happened to be Ryan's hockey stick that myself and Jaya decorated with a variety of jewels and sequins to make everyone at his practice laugh at him for, our mission succeeded and Ryan let me keep it as a trophy of his humiliation. It wasn't the most threatening weapon but it would do the job. I looked down at myself, my hello kitty pjs were also not very threatening, but I doubt a deranged psychopath is really going to worry about my choice of weapon or attire.
Slowly I tiptoed down the hall, light snores coming from each bedroom, and insane wild boar snorts coming from the second floor where Lucas and Harry slept.
I crept down the stairs, thanking the lord that I had watched James Bond and was totally in the "I'm going to kick your ass and serve it to you on a plate" mood.
I rounded the corner and sure enough a figure stood in the refrigerator light. I walked up to the doorway ready to pounce when I heard its voice.
"Are you positive?"
It was my dad, and he was on the phone. At this time at night?
A bunch of reasons ran through my head, affair? Murder plot? Secret children?
I was brought out of my tangent by him speaking again.
"Alright Sam, I guess we'll have to do it, but what do I say? hmm OK, yeah it'll call tomorrow with how it went, alright see you soon pal, OK bye."
He hung up and cursed under his breath.
My eyes bulged out of my head, tell us what? Who is this Sam?
Before I got caught I darted back up the stairs and collapsed back into my bed. Who is this Sam, it's obvious he's a male if my dad refers to him as "pal" and he clearly is very influential. But I've never heard of him! I sighed deeply, turning over and tugging my comforter around me. I closed my eyes and desperately tried to sleep. Who was this mysterious man? And what did our dad have to tell us?
A/N: This is just an introduction to Lola and her family, her life is pretty cushy at the moment but there is so much more to come, and why is her dad on the phone to Sam ey? One can only guess for now, the next chapter will be Jacob.
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Soph x
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