29 July 2012
Harry showed me to the dining room, which was a fairly large but old-fashioned looking room. There was a large dark oak table covered in a red table cloth which was set ready for dinner. I sat down and Harry set out extra cutlery for me. Harry's mum Rose walked in carrying a tray of home cooked lasagne. It looked and smelt amazing! Rose was shortly followed by Harry's dad George who was carrying a plate of garlic bread which he then placed on the table. Luke ran in and basically took all the garlic bread from the plate then Rose forced him to share it with us. The dinner was nothing special really, the food was lovely but dinner was a little awkward at some points when conversation was running low. After about a hour we had finished eating and Harry dropped me off home. I woke up the next day feeling wide awake. I looked at my calendar to see that it was Shelly's sister Aprils birthday. I had promised to come with her to Aprils birthday party so Shelly wouldn't get too bored. April was having a surfing party at Bondi beach. I had only been surfing a few times but I was hoping I wouldn't be too bad. Shelly on the other hand hated the sea and anything to do with swimming. When she was younger she used to go to life saving club but after she quit she stopped swimming in the sea all together, which is a shame considering she lives in Australia. I think she was a little traumatised after watching Jaws and is now to scared that she is going to be eaten by a shark. I had woken up late so I had a quick five minute shower then had some toast for breakfast. I tied my hair back in a bun then pulled on a mainly green frilly floral dress over my new pink bikini and left my house. I caught the bus to the beach and met up with Shelly. Shelly was wearing pale blue denim shorts and a violet vest top. Her wavy light brown hair which almost looked blonde in the sun, fell down to a few inches above her waist. Now that everybody who was invited to the party was here, we all put wetsuits on and headed to the sea with our surfing instructor. He looked a few years older than Shelly and I. He had a scar cutting through his eyebrow and his hair was the usual floppy brown surfer dude style. He was only wearing his swimming trunks which fully exposed his six-pack. His blue eyes glistened in the sun and I had to admit that he was pretty hot. "Hi I'm your instructor for today. My name is Paul and before we begin I would like to go through all your names", he said shooting a cheeky grin at on of the girls. She blushed and smiled back at him. We went through our names one after the other. There were thirteen girls in the party not including Shelly and I. After doing a few warming up exercises we chose our surf boards and headed into the sea. It was all going well until Shelly attempted to stand up but instead a strong wave caught her and she got pulled right a couple of metres and fell onto a nearby surfer. As the surfer helped her back onto her feet she was surprised to see that it was James. "James I didn't now you surfed",she said still in shock. "Yeah, I have since I was about twelve. I tried to get a Saturday job here as a life guard a few months ago but the competition was too high", he said while helping her turn her surf board the right way round again. After checking to see whether Shelly was completely okay, I left them talking and carried on attempting to surf.
Thinking of starting to write another story as well. Good idea?
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