when all hell breaks loose -- anzie

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Salty water ran down the length of my torso, dripping down my bare legs and down into the sand earth on which I was standing upon. My partner- my surfboard- was clung tightly to my side, never to let me go. I smile down at it, my gaze full of a sense of pride as I run my eyes from the tip, down the body to the end. This board has been my partner for a very long time now; it was my first, and so far my last. I loved it, it had so much character, so much life and spirit. But the main thing was that it reminded me of my brother. He had given it to me when I was only 5, and taught me how to care for it, how to stand, and balance and learn to connect and become one with it. He was the one who taught me how to ride the waves, how to become the person I am, the person who can glide across the ocean, one who can journey the waves- be one with the ocean. He was the reason why the ocean and I were so close today.

A smile laced my lips as I pull my wet hair over my shoulder, shaking the crystals of sand and salt free from my fiery locks. I watched as they rained down on the earth- like glass. It was beautiful. Then I took a step away, my feet leading me away from my long term friend and up the sandy shores that would lead me to the civilisation of the district. A sigh caught my lips. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the district- because I did, I was grateful to find myself in District four, rather than twelve or ten- and more to the fact that being In the district made me feel as though I was an enclosed animal at the zoo. I wished I could be free, free like the ocean to roam and journey as far as I wanted when I wanted. But that was only a dream, a wish that I knew would never come true.

The sand slides between my toes, and I wiggle them around for a moment before taking my next step, I really did love the ocean, and the sand, the whole package! Sometime I wished I could just live out here, I wish I could just forget my life with civilisation, and start a new one where it was just me the ocean and the small things that came with it. Taking one last longing glance over my shoulder, my feet come in contact with the first man made thing I had seen in hours. I frown at the concrete beneath my feet, tempted to poke my tongue out and throw around some harsh words. But with a shrug I take another step, and another until the ocean is nothing but a memory behind me.

Building grew around me like enthusiastic plants sprouting from the ground. I take a glance around, my eyes taking in the homes, the shops, and despite myself and my earlier thoughts I smile. Yes I hated h=being in this place, no freedom, always expected to follow the rules, but when I look around at times like this I cannot escape the beauty of my home. I cannot escape the sense of community; it was all just so mesmerising. A smile slips onto my face, a bounce making its way into my steps.

Finally I reach my home, the place where my mom and dad still mourn the death of their son. I didn’t want to go in there, that was the last thing I wanted to do, so scouting the edge of the house, I find the window to my bedroom. It was always kept unlock, for times like these… but mainly for times when I sneak out during the night, eager to leave behind my parents, eager to break the rules, to be a bit rebellious, to cause some havoc. hastily I slip open the window and slide my board throw, before shutting the window once again. I didn’t want to mope around in my room, I wanted to explore, to see more about my home, to pull some pranks. I look down at myself, and still coated most my body, my skin bare except for the material that formed my bathers- which wasn’t much might I add. I shrug at the question on whether I should grab a shirt and shorts, my reasonable explanation being that it was hot, and everyone else did it.

And just when I am about to leave I rush to my window my hands snaking into my room where they felt for the soft material of a shirt laying around, and then some shorts. Yes I was confident with my body… but I was still rather shy in that aspect. Slipping into the shirts and tank top I take off in the opposite direction of my house, letting my feet guide me away from home and to a place where I could really let loose and cause some trouble.




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