Sea Foam Green part two

As I sat there, I began to drag my pen across my desk. I clicked it a few times until the point of the pen disappeared into the pen. I started tracing circles and other objects onto the desk. They didn’t come out though. Strangely enough, I could still picture them in my mind as I stared at my desk. As if I did actually draw them and they were only visible to me. I shook my head, the thought was ridiculous.

The images didn’t go away all class. I examined them over and over again and they started to look like a picture. There was a star, the star was hallowed and had lines and circles designed on them. She had seen a star like this before. It was a dried out starfish like the ones you see at gift shops along the coast of the beach. The other image started as a circle, but then formed to look like a clam, a seashell.

This is ridiculous, I thought to myself over and over again.

The last image was just a bunch of lines that had formed a person. But it wasn’t any old person, it was disfigured. This person was clearly a woman; however she didn’t have any legs. Instead she had a fin, a tail.

I blinked a few times. The images were all there even as classmates around me began to gather their things as the class was ending. My head was pounding. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what had happened. Was I going crazy? Did the invisible lines that I drew form actual objects?

Only one logical explanation came to mind. I was only seeing these things because I missed the ocean. It had only been a few weeks since Becky and I went to Huntington Beach to celebrate the ending of our summer vacation.

Becky’s father owns a small yacht type boat that he takes her on every weekend. The name of the boat is the S.S Becky, not really creative in my opinion. Becky’s parents are divorces and she spends the weekdays on land with her mother in their mansion and the weekends on the ocean with her father. She’s never complained about it, but I know she hates going back and forth.

At lunch, Becky and I sat together and we talked about me going with her this weekend. “It’ll do you some good,” she said. “To much land can go to your head. Make you go all crazy.” She pointed to our gym teacher, Ms Storm. She was staring out the window toward the parking lot. Just then, Ms. Storm twitched. Her arm flung out to the side as if to have a muscle spasm.

My head perked up when Ms. Storm moved. I smiled and playfully nudged Becky’s arm. “Grow up.”

I continued to eat my over priced lunch. As usual, I bought a salad and water. I had grown up with little money in Australia, so frivolous foods never seemed appetizing to me. Becky, on the other hand, didn’t bother with anything healthy. She dived straight to the pizza, bag of Lays, and a Coke.

Becky froze next to me, mid bite. I didn’t even need to look up to know what she was staring at. Jus to humor her, I followed her stare to the entrance into the cafeteria. Standing there next to Robyn Dexta, was Jake Tunnel.

“You can pick your jaw up off the floor now,” I said, but she didn’t look away from him.

It was safe to stare at the popular students because they never looked at you. They never once glance your way. So you are free to stare at them and attempt to find their secret at being flawless. Take Robyn Dexta for example. She has the tall, thin, and tan legs that have her standing at a five foot seven. She had long black hair, and I mean really long. It swayed behind her like a straight veil as she walked past you. She has a flawless complexion that most teenagers would do almost anything for. She never fell, never tripped, and never spilt her drink. Robyn was perfectly balanced in every way.

“What does she have that I don’t have?” Becky asked when she was finally out of her trance.

“Jake Tunnel.”

She couldn’t help laughing at herself and the clichéd question. “Yeah, I guess your right.”

That night at supper, I decided to ask my father if I could go away with Becky for the weekend. I knew he was in a good mood because he decided to cook. He made the only meal he can make without it coming out burnt or tasting completely obscene.

“I don’t see why not,” my father replied. “Bout time you got back on the water. You practically lived in the water back home. I use to have to carry you home every afternoon. Some would have pegged you for a fish.” He laughed and brought our plates back into the kitchen. “You know,” he continued, his voice raised. “You almost drowned when you were little.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?” I tried to remember back when I was really little. I couldn’t think of anytime that the water had been bad to me. We were in sync with each other. He was right, I was like a fish. I couldn’t have almost drowned. It didn’t seem possible.

I could almost hear a nod in his voice. “Oh, yeah. Your mom was still alive then, so it was way back before you could even remember.” He paused, caught up in the memory. “We were out fishing on our old fishing boat. Your mom and I were…well we were doing what young couples do…”

“Arg, Dad!” I groaned, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. “You could leave that part out.”

“No, no,” he grunted in response. “We were ignoring your crying. You were a baby and you just wouldn’t shut up. We were in the middle of the ocean and didn’t know what else to do. So we just ignored you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I was hungry.”

“We gave you a bottle.”

“Maybe I needed to be changed.”

He sighed, “We changed you. We tried rocking you, we tried cooing, we tried everything. You just wouldn’t sleep.”

“Then what?” I pressed.

“We hit a bad storm. Terrible winds and the water was crashing left and right. In our boat, well, we got a leak. A leak in the room you were sleeping in.”

“I see. Well, at least you two didn’t throw me over.” I laughed and I heard a slight wheezy cough come from my father. He wasn’t joking around about it.

When I heard the kitchen faucet running, I ran up to my room to call Becky to tell her the good news. I heard him muttering something like, “you were never the same again.” But I couldn’t be sure. I continued towards my room.