Seth Cohen adjusted the sail on the Summer Breeze. He looked down at his
watch—8:30, he'd have to speed up if he wanted to make it to the next
island by sundown. He had been sailing for the past three days; ever since
his only friend had left him. The feeling of abandonment overwhelmed him.
"This sucks," he thought to himself. He wondered what Summer was doing now.
She must have gotten his note by now. Everyday he debated on whether or not
he should call her from his satellite phone. "Just pick up the phone and
call her," he thought, "just do it and get it over with."
Seth picked up the phone and began to dial the familiar number. Seth's finger trembled as he dialed the last digit. It began to ring. Once. Twice. Three times. "Hi, this is Summer leave a message." "Damn it."
"Um, Summer this is Seth. I just wanted to let you know that I'm OK and that I don't know when I'll be back. Um, I'll call you later. I love you, bye."
Seth hung up the phone as he reached the island of Playa Del Sol. He docked his boat, and laid down in the hammock. Seth began to drift into an uneasy sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
"Good morning, Ryan," Theresa woke up Ryan from a restless sleep.
"Morning," Ryan grunted.
"You better get dressed, you start your new job at the factory today," Theresa said in a cheery voice.
"Are you sure about this?" Ryan asked her.
"Sure about what?" Theresa replied, clearly confused.
"About me and this job. It only pays ten dollars on hour. How are we supposed to live on that? That's nothing," Ryan said.
"Well, with my job at the bakery and your job at the factory, we'll be OK. My mom said she'd help us out too." Theresa said in an optimistic tone.
"Whatever, I better get going then I guess," Ryan replied, not trying to hide his pessimistic tone.
Theresa was fed up, and she was sick of putting on a happy face for someone who made it clear he didn't want to be here. This was the way Ryan had been acting ever since he moved in with her in the small apartment they rented on the east side of Chino. "Look, if you don't want to be here, then just go. If you don't want this job, then don't go to the factory. I mean, I know this place isn't a poolhouse, but it's all we can afford right now. I thought you were different from all those deadbeat dads, but I guess I was wrong. You're just like your father. Leave me alone. Just get out of my life for good, go back to Newport for all I care," Theresa said through tears of rage.
"That's not fair. I dropped everything to come here and help you with our child, and you have the nerve to call me a deadbeat? You wanna see what the meaning of a deadbeat dad is? Here let me show you." Ryan walked out the door and slammed it in Theresa's face. Theresa fell to the ground and started to cry. With Ryan gone, what was she going to do now?
Seth picked up the phone and began to dial the familiar number. Seth's finger trembled as he dialed the last digit. It began to ring. Once. Twice. Three times. "Hi, this is Summer leave a message." "Damn it."
"Um, Summer this is Seth. I just wanted to let you know that I'm OK and that I don't know when I'll be back. Um, I'll call you later. I love you, bye."
Seth hung up the phone as he reached the island of Playa Del Sol. He docked his boat, and laid down in the hammock. Seth began to drift into an uneasy sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
"Good morning, Ryan," Theresa woke up Ryan from a restless sleep.
"Morning," Ryan grunted.
"You better get dressed, you start your new job at the factory today," Theresa said in a cheery voice.
"Are you sure about this?" Ryan asked her.
"Sure about what?" Theresa replied, clearly confused.
"About me and this job. It only pays ten dollars on hour. How are we supposed to live on that? That's nothing," Ryan said.
"Well, with my job at the bakery and your job at the factory, we'll be OK. My mom said she'd help us out too." Theresa said in an optimistic tone.
"Whatever, I better get going then I guess," Ryan replied, not trying to hide his pessimistic tone.
Theresa was fed up, and she was sick of putting on a happy face for someone who made it clear he didn't want to be here. This was the way Ryan had been acting ever since he moved in with her in the small apartment they rented on the east side of Chino. "Look, if you don't want to be here, then just go. If you don't want this job, then don't go to the factory. I mean, I know this place isn't a poolhouse, but it's all we can afford right now. I thought you were different from all those deadbeat dads, but I guess I was wrong. You're just like your father. Leave me alone. Just get out of my life for good, go back to Newport for all I care," Theresa said through tears of rage.
"That's not fair. I dropped everything to come here and help you with our child, and you have the nerve to call me a deadbeat? You wanna see what the meaning of a deadbeat dad is? Here let me show you." Ryan walked out the door and slammed it in Theresa's face. Theresa fell to the ground and started to cry. With Ryan gone, what was she going to do now?