The sun blazed high in the sky, the waves crashed gently against the rocks and the sand turned black!
It was a normal day in Florida the seagulls were fighting over a box of fries, vultures over a carcass, the sea let its sweet smell diffuse in the air and Drake was heading down to the beach to catch some waves. Drake loved to surf; as he walk along Gulf Boulevard he took in the scenes, the dry dirt beneath his feet soft like sateen, the sun blinding him slowing his pace and the sound of the sea calling him and his friends like a moth to a flame. He had planned to spend the day shooting some baskets with his dad but when Josh had called inviting him to ride some killer waves, well that was an invention that Drake just could not refuse; though in the end it would turn out to be the worst decision he ever made!
