Left On My Own #1

My life is a wreck! I thought to myself on my way back from yet another failed job interview. At only eighteen I was thrown out of the house and expected to live on my own. I had no house, job, or money and was running out of options. My mother was definetly not the smartest,
and I hated her for that. What kind of person throws their kid out on the streets? Mine I guess.

I walked down to the beach where I usually spent my nights. The place was deserted as usual, so I took advantage of my space. I set up home base on a bench. All I had was a small bag which I threw ontop of the bench and a fishing pole. My shoes were quickly kicked off and my pants rolled up. With a my fishing pole in hand, I went down to the waters edge.

A wave rolled in and closed in around my feet. It was warm, and felt nice. I casted my line into the water and just let it sit there. The waves were calm and the sun was starting to set. Everything was peaceful, accept for a cry in the distance.

Out in the water by the rocks was a man screaming. I threw my pole behind me and raced down the beach twords him. The area was rocky, but I was going to have to get out to him. Quickly I raced out, my only pair of jeans already soaked. Before I knew it I was swimming and battling against the incoming waves. Swimming came naturally to me and I never really needed to think of it. When I got out to the man, I wrapped my arm around him and dragged him back with me.

It didn't take long to get back to shore. I dragged him onto the sand and he was barly breathing. His hair was in his face, so I wiped it away to try and see who was. You'd never guess who I found!