Chapter 1- beer bottle

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"Mom!"

"How many times do I have to say no?"

"Till you say yes..."

"We'll that is not happing so shoo..."

"Mom it's the best party this summer!"

"I said no. There's alcohol, and you know how I feel about alcohol."

"Ugggg you never listen!"

"I'll start when you start."

"I'm going surfing..."

"Have a good time!"

"Don't act all nice to me!"

"Be safe..."

"Are you even listing to me? I hate you!"

I stormed out of the beach house grabbing my surf board on the way out. Me and my mom always had these fights and end in hateful words, the only thing that could clam me was surfing.

I mean how could she? The coolest party this summer!gosh I hate her!!! I wish I could just die.

"Shit!"

I looked at my foot and blood was running down.

"That must hurt..."

I was drowned into a pair of blue eyes.

"No this feels great!" (Note sarcasm)

"If I were you I would go into the water like that..."

"I don't give a shit!"

"Well, see you around."

The hot figure disappeared. I ran into the water. I always loved the splashing water on my face.

~20 mins later~

I felt so good so alive. I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

Crash!!! Ohh that one really hurt. I layed on my back on the surf board. I splashed some water with my feet and my foot got scraped from where the beer bottle scraped me earlier and blood gushed everywhere.

I need to get back to the beach house to get this check out. I started swimming back when my yellow bikin came undone. I say on the surf borard and fixed it. I suddenly got yanked underwater

I gasped for air before I was pulled under. Was this a joke!?!? No because I was feeling pain in my leg. This was real... I was in a shark attack. All I could think of was the last thing I said to my mom, " I hate you!" All because A beer bottle...

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