Offshore🏄🏽‍♀️ *Completed*

A surfer, one of the hardest stereotypical expectations to live up to. Everyone expects you to say "rad duudee" and talk like your almost senseless. Bailey changes it all once she meets Samuel, who did live up to the stereotypical expectation. A highschool dropout who decides to live his life on sardines and a broken surfboard. The two connect in many ways until they realize who they really are.

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3. Chapter 1

  Surfing, some call it a sport, others call it an activity, but I call it a lifestyle. When I surf I leave all of my problems in the water, I drown my problems and my life doesn't seem as bad anymore. Surfing for me is a distraction away from knowing that my own father left my mother and then took some of my siblings. Why did he leave me? A question I have been wondering for years, but I'm glad he did. My mom is all I have, so I love her and take care of her. 


  I wake up around 4:30 am to the annoying sounds of my alarm. I go into my bathroom and do my hygiene then put on my wet suit and   comb out my hair. This is my normal surf routine, I surf in the morning around 6:00 just as the sun starts to rise. No one is ever there, although Santa Cruz is like the home of the best surfing spots no one usually goes that early. Surfing happens for me two times a day before school wash the problems away, after school wash the problems away. 

 I pack my clothes for school and pack my book bag then grab my surfboard and head out to the kitchen. Two granola bars, five dollars, an apple, and a water. Then I write the letter to my mom as always. Which reads:

Headed out to surf! I know school at 9:00, surfing again at 5:00 then I'll be home for dinner at 6:30, text me if you need anything. 
                   xoxo -Bails

    I make sure to always write to her  so she won't think I took off like my dad did. I head out of the door then get into my black Sedan that is parked in the garage and put my surfboard in the backseat. I repeat the directions to get to the beach over and over again in my head. "Pull out of the driveway, head straight down, out the neighborhood, make a left, then a right, straight ahead, left, Welcome to Twin Lakes State Beach", I smile as I pull into the beach. I take my surfboard out and the sun begins rising. 

"I didn't know people came here that early", I hear a low pitched voice say. 

I look around but see know one so I shrug and run into the water with my board. "Wait up!", the voice calls out as I get onto the board and start surfing. 

There I see a boy who looks around 17 or 18 running my direction. He has a tan skin tone the glows when he runs towards the water. His hair is jet black and it stops at his collarbone. He has half up it pulled into a ponytail and leaves the rest out. "What?", I simply say. "I didn't know people came out around this time", he chuckles."Yeah me neither, because I'm the only one who does", I balance myself on my board. "You ride?", he asks showing me his broken surfboard. "Nah, it's just for decoration", I say taking off into the water, overcoming all of the waves. "You just don't look like a surfer", He surfs next to me. I wish he would stop talking, so I can tell the water my problems and drown them when I go under. "That's what makes a surfer", I say holding on to my board going under. There I see bubbles start to form in my eyes and I slowly say "my problems are washed away". "Your so aggro in the water", he laughs as I come up. "I have an aggressive  attitude? Never", I laugh. "Your just trying to use surfer terms aren't you", I lay on the board and paddle. "Okay, so what if your right?", he laugs copying me. "Then you're an insecure surfer", I paddle faster trying to get away from him. "I'm Samuel, he says", paddling at the same speed as m.e. "Bailey", I stay still, looking at the sun. "I should get back, I have school at 9:00", I say. "No way, you don't know what aggro means, your boards all perfect, and you're still in school?!," he laughs. "I'm assuming you graduated", I question him. "Dropout", He simply says. "Wow you really are insecure, I laugh and get out of the water. "Lets go out to eat later on in the week, I wanna get to  know you", He walks with me. "No thanks", I shrug my shoulders walking in my car. 

  Some may call me rude, others may call me selfish. But neither are correct I push people away alot, yes but it's because everyone's going to get up and leave. My dad taught me the best lesson in the world, not to trust a soul. 

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