My Ocean
An ocean rushes towards me I'm on top surfing It feels like I'm flying Completely happy. Yet highs turn to lows So you swim back to shore Where everything's the norm Yet you crave for more.
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An ocean rushes towards me I'm on top surfing It feels like I'm flying Completely happy. Yet highs turn to lows So you swim back to shore Where everything's the norm Yet you crave for more.
Chapter 11 ~ "Morning Miami!" I smiled opening my blinds. I had got on a top with my bikini top underneath and my swim shorts.
Surfing my emotions A wave is an amazing creation of god that gives me DETERMINATION to surf to my boundaries. I risk my life riding on this savage beast. It is for my HAPPINESS only.
He drops me on the couch and then sits on my stomach. He makes a funny face and I laugh but it's hard because he's on my stomach. "Tell me where we're going?!" "we are going to.
I glance outside the window and saw the beautiful beach. The waves gently rolling into the shore. The soft sand. I looked at mom and dad, both of them making dinner.
After the surfing lesson finished I took off my wetsuit and started to towel dry my hair. A few minutes later Shelly ran up to me looking excited.
Okay there's a few things we need to get straight before I begin my story... My names Talia I have wavy blonde hair and glittering blue eyes (as my mum says) I'm quite tall.
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.
Bodhi ran towards the dark blue sea. It beckoned him as he clutched his stark black surfboard, he could see his reflection in the mirrored front edge.
The water felt unbelievably cool and refreshing against my face. I hadn't realised how worked up I'd got talking to Tiffany.
The ocean was a thunderous grey but for the horizon, the sun broke through in blades of magnificent light that shimmered on the distant wave faces.
It was a roasting hot summers day, the kind of day that comes only two, maybe three times a year, the ones that you cherish as a child and hope they never end.