Stallion Antonio D4 (done)

If everybody had an ocean
Across the U.S.A.
Then everybody be surfin'
Like Californ-I-A
You'd see them wearin' their baggies
Huarache sandals, too
A bushy bushy blonde haido
Surfin' U.S.A.

The name is Stallion Antonio. I am seventeen years old, and I reside in District four. I'm an only child so to speak. I lost my parents at a very young age, and I regret not being able to save them. I constantly feel the guilt build in my chest when I think of them, but I know they would want me to be happy. I currently live with the Costellos. They lost their parents too. Nobody knows where they went as they just disappeared. I'm a year younger than them, but it doesn't bother me any. I consider them my family. They accept me for who I am, and that's all that matters.

You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Ma
Ventura County line
Santa Cruz and Tressels,
Australia's Narrabeen,
All over Manhattan,
And down Doheny way

My reflection glares over the ocean wishing I was able to save my parents when they crashed. I hold my surfboard at my side waiting to run at the water, but now is not the time. I'm standing ankle deep on the water allowing the waves to crash around me. My black hair is slightly spiked up from being in the water all day. Usually, it lays flat on my head. It's not curly, or like a fro, it's flat, and smooth. I constantly run my fingers through my hair when it's wet. I love what it makes it look like. I wish my hair would be spiked all the time, but it would take away what small amount of my dad's looks I have left. I have his hair. The rest of my features belong to my mom.

I have my mom's eyes. That's what I've been told by many people that knew my mom. My hazel eyes are angled slightly. I've been told my eyes look yellow, but I promise they are hazel. My eyebrows are thin and black like the color of my hair. I try to keep them from growing into a unibrow, but that is hard when they grow extremely fast. My nose sits perfectly on my face. My lips are thin and a light pink color making me wonder how I got them. My mom's lips were thick, and my dad's lips were thick as well, but I have thin lips, and I'm very thankful for it. I have some facial hair. I try to keep it shaved, but it doesn't work well. My mustache grows fast. I can shave it at night, and in the morning, it's starting to grow back. All my facial sit on my oval shaped face.

I am thin because I am a surfer. I have to keep myself thin so I can stand on the board without crashing into the waves. My arms are somewhat formed, but not like other people I know. I'm the total opposite of my dad in this aspect. He was built. His muscles had muscles. I can see him standing before me, and sometimes I wish I was like him, but I'm not. I'm not the strong teen he wanted me to be. I am built more like my mother. She was tiny like me. I never went fishing with them, so my arms weren't built by dragging in heavy fish all the time. I want to surf. The wave crashes down onto my reflection sending it away forever.

Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.

I grip the surf board tighter as I watch for the perfect wave. I want to get on the wave that may carry me home to my parents. I miss them so much, and I blame myself for their death. I wasn't there with them. I wasn't able to save them, and I wish I would have been. I had what it took to save them, but for some reason, I didn't go with them. The guilt of them dying stays in my chest everyday making it hard to put on the mask to tell everyone I'm alright. I don't want people to pity me over the death of my parents. I don't need them too, but sometimes if they see me with a downcast face, the first thing that's brought up is my parents.

A lot in my life changed since their death. I've grown to be an independent person. I don't need others to help me. I can do things by myself. I have been doing things by myself since I was six. I learned to fight for myself. I learned to feed myself. I learned to stay hidden. I don't need others to help me. It's rough though because I live with the Costellos. They accepted me in, and I have to accept their help every now and then. I want to do everything for myself, but I can't. I need help, but I'm too stubborn to ask for it because I am independent. I don't need anyone to give me anything. I hate being stubborn about it, and it's something I work on. I hope the Costellos don't kick me out because of it.

I'm very outgoing. I love being around others. I love having friends. I want to walk up to strangers and have conversations with them. It means the world to me when people talk to me because I can start making friends easily. I love it. It comes easy to me to talk to others. I remember my parents were good at talking to people. I want to keep their memory alive, so I must carry on what they did. I want them to appreciate me for everything I'm doing to keep the family name alive, but sometimes it feels impossible. I struggle to keep their memories alive because of the pain it causes me. Don't take families for granted. Live every moment with them like it'll be their last because one they are gone, nothing can change to bring them back. Another wave crashes at my ankles, and I know it's almost time.

We'll all be plannin' out a route
We're gonna take real soon
We're waxing down our surfboards
We can't wait for June
We'll all be gone for the summer
We're on safari to stay
Tell the teacher we're surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.

I start running through the ocean as the perfect wave starts forming. I jump down on my board swimming into the wave waiting to stand on my feet. I watch the wave waiting ands swimming to it. Finally, it's time to stand on my feet, to ride the wave. I balance myself carefully allowing myself to become one with the wave. "Come to me Stallion. Come to me. We can go home together." I can hear the soft sound of my mom's voice whispering to me as smile starts forming on my face. I want to go to her, but I'm not ready yet. Maybe this wave will lead me to the place they were last seen alive. It may be possible, and I hope it is. I want to say a final goodbye.

I was young when they died. I didn't understand what death was. I didn't know it meant they were going away forever and never coming back. I had no idea that would happen. Maybe they are still alive out here somewhere watching me ride the waves. Maybe they are watching me with proud smiles knowing I'm doing what I enjoy best. I hope they are still out here somewhere. I hold my arms out to run my fingers through the water as it forms a wall around me. "Stallion, we are waiting for you. Come to us. Come home and be with us forever. We are always here waiting for you." The soft voice of my mom echoes through my mind causing tears to form in my eyes. I want to be with them. I miss them so much. I hate that they died because I didn't save them. It's all my fault they died.

"I want to come to you, but I'm not ready for it yet. I have to stay alive for the Costellos. The quadruplet's accepted me into their family, and I can't just leave without them." I whisper silently hoping my mom can hear me calling to her as the wave starts to tunnel around me signalling the wave is almost over. I can't leave them alone although being with my parents would be better. (I love the Costellos and all, and I thank them for everything they've done, but they will never replace the love I have for my parents.) I speed through the wave as fast as I can not wanting the wave to crash down on top of me. I find the opening and force myself to go down towards the ocean that's calm. I lay down on my board and swim towards the shore. I stand and watch the sun set behind the horizon saying goodnight. Mom, dad, I hope you saw me tonight. I love the ocean for my love for you.

At Haggery's and Swami's
Pacific Palisades
San Onofre and Sunset
Redondo Beach, L.A.
All over La Jolla
At Waiamea Bay

oDair

Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.

Lyrics Surfin' U.S.A by The Beach Boys

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