"Mom I told you I'm not going!" I fumed angrily. "You can't just pull me out with you every time you want to go on a trip!" "Renée come out here RIGHT NOW." Mom yelled. I winced. There was no getting out of this one. "Fine." I grumbled. Mom is always dragging me into these trips ever since we moved. Ever since the day that storm took away almost everything I had. I dragged my feet stubbornly as I walked to my mom, who was already strolling away. "Oh Renée why are you so reluctant to go?" mom questioned . I sighed, "Mom you know that the weather isn't going to be good for sailing, or anything else." I yet again reminded her. I had seen the weather report this morning, and it didn't look good. The weather lady had advised that it would be too dangerous to go out on the water soon for a storm would coming. "Renée I don't see why you're so worried, the weather is beautiful today!" Mom cheerfully answered. I rolled my eyes. How could mom be so cheerful after what happened? After the storm that took away her husband. My dad. Memories filled my mind like dark, rushing water. I tried to shake the painful thoughts away, but they kept filling my heart with a wrenching sadness. To distract myself I looked around. My mom and I lived on a small town along the coast called Rockshore. It was quiet, for the most part; not many tourists come here. It's not the most popular place because storms release their fury on this tiny coast more often than I wish they did. The beach that was nearest to us was not your typical beach. Instead of sand it had rocks, boulders, deep, underwater dropoffs, and dangerous currents. Farther away was the "normal beach" where everybody went. It's the smaller of the two, and a lot more polluted. Probably because a lot more people went there. You could also rent a sail boat for rides too, and that's where my mom is taking me. We strolled down the sidewalk, the ocean breeze tossing my shoulder length hair as I looked out at the sea. It looked so beautiful with the tall, proud white sails of the sail boats floating above a glinting blue and green ocean. My father had always said they looked liked white clouds on a blue/green sky. Looking farther away on the horizon dark, ominous clouds brooded in the distance, waiting to unleash their power onto the coast. They were far away, but I could see them gathering speed. I saw a fuzzy, dim flash of lighting followed by the faint murmur of thunder.  Shuddering as a claw of fear grabbed my heart, the memories of the storm increased, building up a storm of their own in my head. I could never push away those memories, even though it has been years. A sudden gust of wind whipped my hair into frantic strands. I was beginning to have second thoughts. "Mom maybe we really should go sailing another day." I hesitatingly said, eyeing the brewing storm nervously. This was just like how the storm, years ago, had started. "Renée what's wrong with you?" She asked, sounding a bit annoyed. "The weather is perfectly fine. We'll be back before the storm hits anyways; look how far it is!" Another gust of wind whipped my hair into my face, like a small warning about what is to come. I sputtered, brushing it away. "But Mom look at the clou-" I cut short. The look mom was giving me was enough. I snapped my mouth shut and awkwardly stared at particularly nothing just to look away. After some strained silence I saw a sign ahead of us saying: Riley's Sailing Boats. "Is that the place?" I asked, glad to break the silence. "Yes that's it." Mom replied, sounding equally relieved. As we walked up to the small, untidy shack beside the sign we were greeted by a ancient looking man with a very bushy beard and a bandana wrapped around his head, looking suspiciously like a pirate. "Ahoy there!" He shouted with a perfect pirate accent. "Are ye ready for some sailing? The boats be over here." And with that he hobbled away.

(A.N.) Yes I got the first chapter done!!!! *throws confetti* yay! I know its not exciting but this is just to get you familiar with the characters and setting.
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