A surge of wind surronded the clearing. He stood high on top of the platform, looking down at the powerful surging waves. He gasped and fell to his feet as the waves became stronger and more forceful. The plateform he rested on wobbled. It balance on a thin pole that's width was 15 centimeter's long. He gulped and clung onto the edge of the blackened board that made up the platform. A pole and a board. A pole and a board. A SURFBOARd to be exact.

He gasped as wated hit him smack in the face. Trembling, he opened his eyes, just in time to see the 20 foot wave running through the waters. Quickly the wave grew to twice the size and hit him full on. Water surged around him, dragging him off the plantform. The air in his lungs quickly escaped and wated replaced it. Water shot up his nose and his clothes flapped in the water. He panicked, trying to try the water method he used to use when his stepsister tryed to drown him as kids. He 'breathed' in the water and let it out just as fast. Just his luck, the clear water became thick and turned into a musty red color. The water grabbed him like a wimpy stick and dragged him. He screamed in the water and felt his easence slipping away.

Toby woke with a start. His back shot up and sat, gasping for air. His hands were wrapping tightly in his sheets and sweat poured out of him. He dragged his hands through his hair and sighed. He got out of bed and stood there, staring at the wall.

Toby started the keys to his truck and started driving. He eased slowly down the road, following the route he knew so well to the Rosewood construction site. He turned the dail in front of him and the radio tunned up. The song "Burn" by Ellie Goulding played; the car swayed along to the song. Toby hummed the rest of the way. He turned left and he eased up onto the gravel road. The tiny rocks hit his tired and he swayed back in forth in his car. Wood and poles littered the ground. Toby parked his car between a red minivan and a white truck. He yanked his keys out and dumped then into his front left pocket. He turned the handle and kicked out the door softly with his right foot. His feet thumped onto the ground and he walked up the small hill. The sun beamed over him, creating shadows that danced ontop of him. He stopped in front of the makings of a house. Wooden boards, bricks, poles, and other building material made up the house's skelaton.

Toby grabbed a pair of gloves from the ground and drew them over his hands. He moved his fingers around in the soft, tight material.

"Hey Toby!" A hoarse voice called from above him. His boss, Edward Stevens, kneeled on the highest level of the house, screwdriver in hand. His hard hat covered the bald spot and sweat glittered his brown mustache. He stood up and shook the dust off his blue denim overall's. He cracked his fingers, revealing the all the years of hard work on his arms. Toby grabbed a hard hat from a guy known Brick and threw it over his head. He grabbed a bag containing a saw, hammer, screwdriver, bandages, pliers, nails, a bottle of water that was replaced every day, and other essentails he needed.

He climbed up the wobbly ladder and met up with Stevens. His boss smacked him on the back and Toby wobbled a little.

"Finish my shift, I'm out to my lunch break," Stevens announced, picking up his bag from the wooden boards. Toby kneeled down and started thumping the nails into the boards.

*4 hours later*

A long day of work finally ended and Toby finally was able to get home.

Spencer sat on her floral print bed, searching on google for funny pictures. She finally found one that made her feel all happy. A long day has tired her out. Her friends had found out her biggest secret.

I felt the surging thump coming up my throat. I asked to to go the toilet in AP history and had rushed out. It was near lunch and my friends qickly met up with me as the bell rang.

I sat hunched over the toilet and my breakfeast came up. The outfit I put on this morning kept the heat from leaving my body. I fluffed my shirt and moaned. I hurled again and flushed the toilet after I was done.

I popped a mint into my mouth and sucked on it, pushing the memory down the drain. I opened the stall door and saw my friends waiting for me, their eyes staring at their feet. Only Emily looked up, she held my books in her arms, along with hers.

"You can't be...can you?" She whispered. I felt the tears drifting out and grabbed my books from her and ran out.