Ocean Luck~~ Chapter 1

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When I woke up this morning at 4:30 in the gosh-darned morning, I had no regrets. I visited the beach to watch the sunrise, and see what the ocean had in store for me today. When I got there, I took my regular spot along the shore. The sky was a stunning mix of pink, yellow, and a gorgeous purple, and it was streaked with a fiery orange. For a while, I just watched it. Finally, a cooler washed up. When I open it, I find that it should be enough food for the whole week! I’ll probably still come back over the week, as it might not be enough. I end up heading home after, so that I can put the food away in my family’s mini-fridge. It’s only a 5 minute walk home, to my small tent in a back alley. I live with my mom, and my brother, Nate. Or Nathaniel,though I prefer Nate. When I get home, I put everything away. The ocean brings me things everyday. As I put stuff away, Nate comes in. “Hey.” He says, so stupid simple. “Hi, loser.” I reply with a smirk. He rolls his eyes, but grins at me. “Where’s Mom?” I ask, and my brother pauses, then responds with, “Out.” It’s my turn to roll my eyes now. “Where’s out?” I ask, frowning and narrowing my eyes. He goes very quiet and looks away. “Nate, where’s Mom?” I’m worried now, and anyone could tell. My voice has gone harder, and sterner. He sighs before replying quietly, “A bar.” I flop down on one of the stools in our tent, and put my head in my hands.”This is what she decided to do with the money we gave her?” I ask, feeling my anger rise. I pull my head up, and he nods, but it just enrages me more. “You didn’t try to stop her?” My voice is raising, and he looks at me incredulously. “She’s our mom, princess. I have no authority over her.” I’m getting more furious by the moment, and I’ve gotten up to pace our small space. “That’s bullcrap, Nate! Just because she’s our mom, doesn’t mean we just let her make bad choices!” I’m yelling now, lovely. “I’m sorry. I should have stopped her.” He sounds awfully sorry, at least. He walks over to me. And grabs my shoulders. I quickly pull him into a hug, feeling my rage cool. “What are we going to do?” I ask softly, my young age showing. “I don’t know, princess. I don’t know.” ~~ An unhealed mother is often a daughter's first enemy.~~

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