Waiting by the Water // Heartwood
Jun 9, 2012 14:05:36 GMT -5
Post by Raseri on Jun 9, 2012 14:05:36 GMT -5
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
MYUUUUH!
I slam my fist down on what I hope is my alarm clock's OFF button, and I am greeted by a satisfying silence. I love the sound of nothing in the morning. I'm okay with being woken up early, as long as it's done gently. Like a light nudge on the shoulder, or a mild "Alaric, wake up" from one of my parents. Things that I don't like in the morning include: buckets of cold water, loud music, alarm clocks, etc. But my parents had to sleep in today, and they couldn't wake me up, so I had to use my last resort: the dreaded alarm clock of extreme annoyingness.
I put on a pair of cargo shorts and a plain white t-shirt, grabbing my fishing stuff and two cans of soda before heading out the door. I absolutely hate fishing. It's so boring. My father is a fisherman, and I loathe the days when he takes me with him. My mom owns a little bait and tackle shop, and I'm usually helping her out in there instead of helping my dad. Even standing behind a counter for hours is better the sitting still and waiting for hours for one stupid fish to swim by and bite a worm. I swore to myself I'd never be a fisherman for a living. I want to do something a little more exciting. Maybe I'll be a Career coach or something like that.
Why am I going fishing if I hate it so much?
Because Fisher loves it. True to his name, he is a die-hard, 13-year-old, fishing fanatic. I'm one of the more popular, stronger careers, and I kind of took him under my wing, teaching him stuff and sticking up for him. A lot of the other Careers don't like him very much, and I try to help him out, you know, show him the ropes and whatnot. He's kind of like my little brother; I don't have a real one, and he doesn't have any older siblings either.
I'm going fishing with him to appease him, and that is the one and only reason. He's a great guy, and I feel like he deserves a nice fishing session with a friend every once in a while, or the occasional break from Career Training. I mean, a break besides the ones he already gives himself; he likes to skip training every so often.
When I reach the spot where Fisher was supposed to meet me, I sit on my tackle box and wait. It's a big box, stacked with a bunch of fishing stuff from my mom's shop. She insisted on me taking it today, even though I protested. There's way more stuff in there than I need; bits and bobs and doohickeys of various shapes and sizes that I wouldn't even begin to know how to use. I know how to put hooks and sinkers and worms on my line, and that's pretty much the extent of my knowledge when it comes to the items in my tackle box.
I'm sitting next to a clear, calm pool of water. It's mostly circular, and about 18 feet in diameter. The pool is part of the ocean, but there's a thin wall of rock surrounding it on most sides that comes up to a little below the water's surface. The tide isn't very strong here, and the rock provides a lot of protection from predators, so it's teeming with large fish. When the lighting is right, you can see them swimming around in there. The only problem is that they aren't stupid fish, and they don't bite too much. So you have to be patient if you want to catch anything.
Yeah, patience isn't exactly my calling.
Fisher had better get here soon.
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