1 That Day I Met You.

The rain poured,

It was beginning to storm,

The waves crashed washing up all sorts of junk,

Though the waves washed up the Ocean Boy,

He laid there, appeared dead,

He was a mystery, something oceanographers can gawk at,

I met him, someone I never knew I'd bump into.

I ran out of school, it was a rainy last day until school reopens in the fall. Our small town was filled with happy kids, happy to get out of school though sad because of the rain. Living on a usually sunny port, rain was common, but not storms, especially in the middle of the week. I was running, because like the others, I didn't bring an umbrella. I choose all the days to bring one, but today I am unprepared. I was running and running then stopped. I looked out at the sea, our beach covered in mini crystals which we call sand. The crystals glistening as they were soaked were soon shadowed over, being covered by police, news reporters, ambulances and those weird ocean scientists. I could tell from afar, because they wore a badge with a whale on it and they always looked smart, my father was down there as well. It's probably nothing, maybe a new "discovery" like last month's event. They thought a mermaid washed up on shore, to find out it was a skinny dolphin carcass, it was embarrassing for my father. He stayed up in his room for weeks. "Enough sea gazing." A cop said, I was soon shoved off the scene, caution tape being put up. I could just go home and watch it on the news, so that's what I did. I ran home in my flip flops, trying hard not to lose them in the big puddles.

I took off my flip flops before entering the house, my mother was Japanese and liked to keep traditions. My father never listens to her, always disrespecting it. Not that I think its right, but the fact he never follows the rules is so cool, he stands up for himself, he doesn't need anyone nor will he follow anyone. "Watch it, you're getting water everywhere, you wet dog." My mother hurried over, throwing a towel on me. "Sorry Ma." I said, wiping myself off, reassuring her. "Turn on the news, your father is on it." She hurried me, she knew how much I looked up to father. I want to be just like him, one of those smart ocean scientists people. Dropping the towel on the arm of the couch, I flopped on the couch, turning on the news channel. A reporter stood there, she was our only one actually, her name was Kim.

"Hello! It's Reporter Kim, here on the heaviest rainy day we have had here on Halfway port." She said, struggling to keep her umbrella steady.

"A discovery was made today, a big one it is." She said this as the camera panned to my father, putting him in the frame.

"A young boy washed up onto our shoes." My own father said this, it was hard to believe. How would the boy even be alive? Was he even breathing?

"We will be taking him into custody, making sure he gets the right needs of a human to elongate his life." My father explained, now moving away from the camera and the news report closing.

We didn't get a name, or appearance, it was like, they didn't want us to know anything about him, but his existence. It was a basic news cover up, my father was probably given a script. Why should I worry anyway? Not like I'll ever see this "ocean boy". My father will handle it anyway, he is smart, he will make sure that "boy" will be okay.

I went to my room, stepping over the mountains of beer cans my mother had. Just because she cares for me doesn't mean she isn't a drunk. My mother says it's to cure how lonely she feels when my father leaves for work and is gone for hours and hours on end. I don't know what to feel about it, I say as long as she isn't talking my ear off about my shoes on some days, I find it okay. I closed the door, flopping onto the bed, the rain hit my window and it made loud thumps on the glass. That was the most soothing sound, could get anyone to sleep. I fell asleep to the sound of the rain hitting my roof and window, then something else was making noise on my window, it started to sound like knocking. My eyes shot open and I quickly grabbed my baseball bat from beside my bed with a thump as I fell off the bed, I opened the blind to see a kid crouching there, he looked about a bit younger than me, I'm already 13, he looked 11-12. My window is low to the ground, you have to crouch to see into my room, I reside in the basement. I looked up to get a better look, he had shoulder length blonde hair and his eyes were a teal, the teal was covered by blonde eyelashes. He looked really pale too, but shiny like he was slippery, almost like an eel. He has this deadpan expression like he didn't know what to feel. But I could see in his eyes, he was desperate to be let in, he had eye bags drooping down his eyes. He wore a hospital gown, a hospital emission bracelet as well. Interested enough, I opened the window, letting the kid in, it was raining after all.

The boy crept in, falling into my bed as the bed was positioned under the window. "Sorry about that-" I paused as I heard light snoring, he was sleeping. Not to mention he was wetting my covers. Maybe we can continue this tomorrow is what I thought, laying on a spot next to him on my back. Sleeping next to a stranger wasn't my idea of a good night's sleep.