"Otto! Wake up! You need to clean up the dishes and house!" It was Ray as
usual, telling him what to do and when to do it. He was 22 years old, he
could live on his own if he wanted to, in his mind. Otto's stubborn
attitude got in the way, however and he decided not to go to college and
get his degree like Sam, Reggie or even (gasp!) Twister. Otto had been
surfing for four years professionally, and to say the least he hasn't won
too many competitions or made any friends.
Otto wondered as he did the dishes who's fault it really was. He felt like
he was 11 all over again, stuck with his dad, no college, no future at all.
Otto was bummed because Sam, Reggie, and Twister were completing their
degrees in their respective fields, while he had to be stuck like a loser...again... "Otto! Sweep the kitchen floor and then go help Tito at the Shore Shack!" Since Otto didn't have a real job, Ray forced him to help out with maintaining the Shore Shack. Otto just sighed. "Don't feel sorry for yourself Otto, do something about it! You made the choice you live with it! Why can't you be more like Reggie? She's getting a job in reporting! I'm
glad I raised one kid right."
Otto just snapped. He slapped his own father in the face and ran away. Ray just yelled at Otto. "I never had a son! All I really have is a daughter. You are a loser!" "Shut up, I hate you, Dad!" Otto was not going to put up
with his father's crap anymore. He went to the beach to surf with Lars.
That's right, Lars Rodriguez. The person that tormented him exactly 10
years ago and called him 'munchkin.' Lars had grown up a lot since, and stopped hanging out with Pi and his other cohorts. Otto looked up to him
for advice since his dad wasn't willing to give it to him.
"What's bugging you, bro?" Lars was concerned about the look on Otto's face. Otto sighed. "I slapped my dad in the face, because I've had it with his BS...I just want to be someone, but it looks like being a pro-surfer is out of the question." Otto just started crying. "He's never loved me for who I am. He's...an ASSHOLE!" "I'd wish he'd die!" Lars replied, "Why would you do that to your own father? I know I hate mine, but I'd never hit him."
"So what?!" Otto retorted. "It's your family, that's why your life is in
such ruin. You never let anyone help you at all. You are a good friend, Otto, but you need help." "Whatever." That was Otto's answer to everything. He didn't care. Otto was set to live his life his own way. With that, Lars
and Otto started surfing your average 10-15 foot wave.
Meanwhile, Reggie, Twister and Sam were just chilling in their 3 bed dorm at Ocean Shores Community College. Sam was writing some computer programs that just blew everyone away, while Reggie typed up a 5 page essay on how
professionalism is important in journalism, which was due tomorrow, and Twister...well, he was snoring away in his bed. Reggie majored in Journalism,
Twister in the Arts, and Sammy into Computer Science.
It was only noon on a beautiful, sunny Sunday. No one understood why
Twister got into college, except that Reggie was a perfect tutor for Twister. And they've been really close friends for a long time. In fact,
there are rumors around campus that the couple were to be married this summer. Twister and Reggie knew they were getting married in the summer and hopefully stay in town to find an apartment. Twister was getting all B's in his classes, and his parents couldn't be any prouder of him than they were. Twister had really grown up since he was a freshman in college. Reggie just
smiled and sighed "That's my Twister, and I wouldn't have him any other
way."
The phone rang. Twister woke up and banged his head on the bunk. "That hurt!" Sam replied, "Watch your head next time!" Twister was better with
thinking through things, but he was still susceptible to being a little
clumsy. Reggie answered the phone.
It was Otto and he was really upset. Reggie tried to calm Otto down. Otto explained to Reggie that he slapped his own dad in the face and had to hide from him. Reggie asked him where he was staying and Otto told her that he was staying with Lars in his apartment. Otto was just crying to her sister "Why can't I be a success in my life? I am so damn immature that I don't realize what I'm doing. I want to turn around my life." Reggie didn't know
what to say except that she would be at Lars' place in an hour.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Otto was bummed because Sam, Reggie, and Twister were completing their
degrees in their respective fields, while he had to be stuck like a loser...again... "Otto! Sweep the kitchen floor and then go help Tito at the Shore Shack!" Since Otto didn't have a real job, Ray forced him to help out with maintaining the Shore Shack. Otto just sighed. "Don't feel sorry for yourself Otto, do something about it! You made the choice you live with it! Why can't you be more like Reggie? She's getting a job in reporting! I'm
glad I raised one kid right."
Otto just snapped. He slapped his own father in the face and ran away. Ray just yelled at Otto. "I never had a son! All I really have is a daughter. You are a loser!" "Shut up, I hate you, Dad!" Otto was not going to put up
with his father's crap anymore. He went to the beach to surf with Lars.
That's right, Lars Rodriguez. The person that tormented him exactly 10
years ago and called him 'munchkin.' Lars had grown up a lot since, and stopped hanging out with Pi and his other cohorts. Otto looked up to him
for advice since his dad wasn't willing to give it to him.
"What's bugging you, bro?" Lars was concerned about the look on Otto's face. Otto sighed. "I slapped my dad in the face, because I've had it with his BS...I just want to be someone, but it looks like being a pro-surfer is out of the question." Otto just started crying. "He's never loved me for who I am. He's...an ASSHOLE!" "I'd wish he'd die!" Lars replied, "Why would you do that to your own father? I know I hate mine, but I'd never hit him."
"So what?!" Otto retorted. "It's your family, that's why your life is in
such ruin. You never let anyone help you at all. You are a good friend, Otto, but you need help." "Whatever." That was Otto's answer to everything. He didn't care. Otto was set to live his life his own way. With that, Lars
and Otto started surfing your average 10-15 foot wave.
Meanwhile, Reggie, Twister and Sam were just chilling in their 3 bed dorm at Ocean Shores Community College. Sam was writing some computer programs that just blew everyone away, while Reggie typed up a 5 page essay on how
professionalism is important in journalism, which was due tomorrow, and Twister...well, he was snoring away in his bed. Reggie majored in Journalism,
Twister in the Arts, and Sammy into Computer Science.
It was only noon on a beautiful, sunny Sunday. No one understood why
Twister got into college, except that Reggie was a perfect tutor for Twister. And they've been really close friends for a long time. In fact,
there are rumors around campus that the couple were to be married this summer. Twister and Reggie knew they were getting married in the summer and hopefully stay in town to find an apartment. Twister was getting all B's in his classes, and his parents couldn't be any prouder of him than they were. Twister had really grown up since he was a freshman in college. Reggie just
smiled and sighed "That's my Twister, and I wouldn't have him any other
way."
The phone rang. Twister woke up and banged his head on the bunk. "That hurt!" Sam replied, "Watch your head next time!" Twister was better with
thinking through things, but he was still susceptible to being a little
clumsy. Reggie answered the phone.
It was Otto and he was really upset. Reggie tried to calm Otto down. Otto explained to Reggie that he slapped his own dad in the face and had to hide from him. Reggie asked him where he was staying and Otto told her that he was staying with Lars in his apartment. Otto was just crying to her sister "Why can't I be a success in my life? I am so damn immature that I don't realize what I'm doing. I want to turn around my life." Reggie didn't know
what to say except that she would be at Lars' place in an hour.
TO BE CONTINUED...
