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...


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 



                                                           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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