Decisions

When Kayla decides to move in with her mum, leaving her Dad behind, she thinks it's going to be just like the old days. Determined to have a better life, she sets off, wanting to start over. But once she's met Pierre, her Mum's new boyfriend, she realises it will never be the same again...


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13. Down to the Beach...

Side by side, I walk down the hill to the beach with Tyler. It's not a long walk, so he says, and I can see the sea in the distance: curvy waves crashing down onto the sandy beach. It doesn't look too busy from here, which I guess is a bit unusual, so I ask Tyler anyway.

"Ah yes, it's a private beach. Only for people who live around here, so there's no tourists." He explains.

"Ok," I say, "Do I count as 'people who live around here'?"

"Of course!" He laughs, "Duh!"

"Oh, well I thought..." I start off, but then I just leave it be. It's making him happy anyway. And me.

When we reach the beach, it's practically deserted, apart from a couple sitting up on the sand dune, sipping a coffee. In this weather? They must be crazy. I'd rather eat an ice cream. Just as I say that, I notice a refreshments stand on the far end of the beach. There's a man seated inside, looking bored, reading a newspaper. It's then, that I notice Tyler has gone from my side. When I turn around, he's paddling into the sea, his shoes and socks left on the shore.

"I'm coming in!" I call out, kicking off my shoes, and pulling off my own socks, "Watch out!" Instead of gently wading in, like he did, I run, causing the sea to splash high above me.

"Ohhhh, you're getting me soaked!" He screeches like a girl, and I chuckle, splashing him with even more water. A flash of anger hits him for a second, and then he joins in, splashing me back. We go in deeper, hopping over the seaweed on the bed. It's the most fun I've had in a long time, until it all starts to go terribly wrong...

"Hey, swim under me!" I chant, opening my legs wide for him to swim through. He laughs, sucking in a breath, and diving under the water. I smile, waiting for him to pop up from behind me, but then it's almost a full minute, and he hasn't appeared. Anxiety hits me, and I look down into the sea: misty reflections but no shadow.

'He can't have gone any deeper.' I think to myself, bobbing about. I realise I have no choice, but to go under and look. I take a deep breath myself, pushing myself under. I search around. No sign of him. Then, I notice a body, drifting lower 

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                                                    lower

                                                           into the ocean. It's then that I know I can't save him on my own.

"HELP!" I scream at the top of my lungs, waving my arms about in the air like crazy, "HELP!" I see the man with the newspaper get up, a worried expression on his face, and he speaks into a walkie talkie, asking for assisstance. Then, he runs across the beach, kicking off his shoes as he goes, and dives into the water with me. After a full 5 minutes, some people in uniform come to the rescue. A few dive under, trying to lift him up out of the sea. In all the commotion, I stand and stare, not knowing what to do. Nothing this serious has happened around me before. Never. And all I seem to think about is Aimee. She died here. On this beach. It can't happen again.

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