Surfers Paradise

Hey Guys!

Hope you enjoy ! Just to clarify I am Australian, so there may be some words you wouldn't know the meaning of, sorry!

For example,

Grommet- Surfer under the age of 18.

Long board- A type of skate board thats long.

Also Bondi is a suburb and one of Australias most famous beaches, its right in the heart of Sydney.

I can't really pick anything else up, but if your having trouble understanding just google the word that should help (:

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Chaper 1

(Oriana)

There was something comforting about racing down the hills surrounding Bondi Beach, on my longboard and surfboard clutched under my arm. The cold 5am wind, and the empty road .This was good, familiar, I need this. At the moment with everything being so complicated surfing was the only thing that made sense.

As my surfboard hit the water, the splash of fresh water tingled although my body. One thing you never forget is the feeling of flinging yourself into the oceans of waves and the frosty bite it has to it. 5am is the best time for locals at Bondi, no thousands of tourists that barely even know how to swim, and rude grommets that push in front of you in the Queue for the next wave.

The water was peaceful, totally flat, so I perched myself up on my board and sat upright. This is where I used to think. Sounds clique but the water clears your head. But with the recent events taking place I tried to push the thoughts out of my head. I know I need to get through this, but not now.

As the sun started to make an appearance, I decided it was time to return to the real world. Ha, a little bit of advice. The real world sucks. I turned around and started paddling towards the shore, using muscles I haven't used in a long time, the ache in my biceps. The weird thing is, the pain, its good it reminds me I'm still living. In my situation, sometimes it's easy to feel you're just an outsider watching the world go by.

Making my way up the long golden sand, someone caught my eye. The way he walked. Like he owned the beach, but it wasn't cocky it was confidence. He was so intriguing, his tanned skin and the blonde hair, you could almost tell from years in the sun from the board lying close to his feet. He smiled in my direction. The old me would have smiled and confidently walked up to him and started talking grommet talk with him. But I lowered my head and kept walking. The last thing I need right now is boy troubles. I picked up my long board and surfboard under my arm and continued up the street.

(Bailey)

Her long brown hair swaying behind her as she flies down the street on her longboard. My eyes followed her movements, so precise. She didn't notice me but I noticed her. Something about her, she was familiar almost. Her long tanned legs and petite figure fitted her so well; I pushed the image of her out of my head. She obviously not from around here all the grommets know each other and I've never seen her.

I proceeded down the street; I sat myself down on the sand and started waxing my board. I lifted my eyes to see how the surf was but my eyes drifted towards her. Just sitting there, so peacefully, I wondered where she was from, Brisbane maybe. My thoughts where interrupted by a girl walking towards me calling out my name. I focused my eyes, and realized it was Chloe. Bondi is made up of two types of girls, grommets and then rich girls with massive houses with million dollar views. Don't get me wrong there nice but so annoying! All they care about is money. She sat herself down beside me.

'Bailey! Surfs great huh? 'Seriously Chloe I know you don't care about the surf. But I smiled

'Yeah, sorry Chloe, but you actually got me at the wrong time; I'm about to head out'. I got up and headed towards the surf. Thankful to get away from her intense smell of perfume, and hair dye. I started running towards the bright blue walls of waves with a big smile across my face, surfing did this to me. It made me go all happy all over.

(Oriana)

I made my way up the long driveway, most people would love a house like this, and honestly it's beautiful. But ever since the accident it lost its 'homely' feel. It was a massive house sitting on the cliff looking down on Bondi beach. I'm not going to lie, my family was very well off, but money was never very important to us, sure we had it. And a lot of it I might add, but you could have all the money in the world but it will never buy you happiness.

I opened the two grand doors, to an unusual face greeting me. It was a man in his late thirties; he was slim with a black dinner suit and hair combed neatly. I could tell by his briefcase he was a lawyer. Across from him was my auntie, ever since the night, she'd been looking after me. But my auntie travelled a lot for work so for most of the year I was at home alone. But up until now we had been living in my aunties 2 room apartment, right in the city of Sydney. It was good, kind of, to be back my old house.

By the look on my auntie distressed face, I could tell he was not here to discuss pleasurable matters. My auntie turned to me,

'Oriana we need to talk' My auntie was a beautiful lady, my mum used to tell stories of how all the boys would drool over her, but lately the stress had imprinted lines under her eyes, I could even see a few grey hairs.

'Later, maybe' I headed for the grand staircase, ran down the hall and when I finally made it to my room I strolled over to my bed and collapsed into it.

After ten or so minutes, I realized that it was my first day of school; school was the last thing on my mind. I kept telling myself, one year, only one year left, you can do it. It took some strength but I finally got myself up, and I began getting ready.

(Bailey)

Just as I was about to make a run for the surf, that mysterious girl caught my attention again, I smiled but she just lowered her head and kept walking. Disappointment washed over me, I shrugged it off, and she's just another grommet, why do I even care this much?

There was something about this girl, like I've known her for ages. The surf was totally flat, and I decided it was probably better just to go home and get ready for the first day of year 12.

I made my way up the steep streets of Bondi, just as I was about to turn into my driveway I saw her long brown hair out of the corner of my eye; she was walking down her drive. Good lord her house was massive. It couldn't be, could it? No wonder I knew her! It was Oriana Campbell! All through primary school we were best friends. Just quietly I had the biggest crush on her, but in year 7 she just got up and left. Never heard from her again.

I turned down into my driveway thinking to myself, thousands of thoughts rushed through my head. It was her, I'm almost positive. I got to the large doors and let myself in, everyone else in my family was asleep. You could definitely say that us Jones boys where not a small family, all up there where six brothers. Yes it's never boring in our household. Rihanna, the house maid/ nanny (we call her RI RI) is pretty much my mother. Since my mum is one of Australia's most renowned fashion designers and my dad's the CEO of some massive corporate business we have all gotten used to them barely being around. RI RI always wanted kids of her own but at fifty she's pretty much settled for us.

I made my way down the long corridor of rooms, right to the end finally making it to my room. I quickly undressed myself looking at the time, it was eight thirty which meant I had half an hour until school started. I rushed into the shower and then after five or so minutes I proceed to my cupboard to dress into my school uniform. I rushed down stairs grabbing my lunch off the bench, said good bye to RI RI and drove as fast as I could to the beginning of the last year of this hell hole.

I hadn't really made plans for what I was going to do after high-school, I would be happy if I could just surf for the rest of my life, but that seemed like un unlikely possibility, I made it to class on time, sitting myself down next to my mate Kyle.