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Lost at Sea :)Loading...
By: Gillian KernLoading...
Chapter 1
It was the summer of 2003, I was only eight years old and barely knew anything. Hi, my name is Rori and I'm from L.A., and I live on the beach and am an amazing surfer. My mom and I go surfing all the time because my mom’s the most famous Australian surfer. My mom, Amelia, has the world record for the highest wave surfed. She is my inspiration. PERIOD. As a surfer, she has inspired me so much. My dad is a mechanical engineer and builds race cars. He was one of the most persistent people I knew, his name is Lachlan and he met my mom in L.A. while surfing. They were the most amazing couple and they were going to be together for the rest of their lives, until “the incident” happened. My dad and I rarely ever talk about it but let me tell you what exactly happened. It was a stormy day and the waves were at least 30 meters high. My mom went out and started surfing, she thought she could handle the waves, but before she knew it, the current had swept her up and she was gone. Dad searched the sea for at least 3 years, he found nothing. All this time we had been searching for her with hope, but now we had none at all. My dad, the only one who had hope all these years, was finally giving up. We decided to move back to Australia, away from L.A., away from “the incident” that my dad acted like never happened. We moved to Australia, bought a small house and tried to grieve with the pain. My dad was broken. Filled with fear and despair about how someone he loved so much, could disappear so quickly, he never let me surf again. He couldn't let me get ripped away from him as well. He felt as though he had to protect me, but I didn't want protection; I wanted to surf. He knew nothing, he doesn't know how I was feeling,and surfing is my life, my only life, how could he take that away from me? Later I found an article called “The Wave Rider”, it was about my mom. I started to cry, the feeling filled up my lungs, I couldn't breathe. I never really understood the feelings I had towards her. This whole time I thought it was sadness, but now I understood. It was betrayal. She left me. She chose to leave instead of stay with me. How could she just leave me, she left me feeling alone and betrayed. I was furious and filled with pain. She still hasn't come back for me. Guess I wasn't the daughter she wanted.