Creative Writing: The Black Room

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Beep! Beep! Beep! As I twist and turn in bed and glimpse down at the luminous phone in my pitch black bedroom. While picking my phone up, I see that Tristan messaged me and said "Get up! I'll be there in 5 minutes to pick you up! The waves are firing!", I instantly look towards the clock to see that I overslept. I immediately fling myself out of bed and rush into my still dark bathroom as I quickly brush my teeth and put my bathing suit on. I run over to the window to see if Tristan is here yet, but I can't focus on anything other than the waves crashing onto the shore of the white sandy beach only being barely lit up by the rising sun. Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep! Beeeep! As Tristan's loud car horn pierces through the air, at 6 A.M., you can probably …show more content…
They must be bigger than double overhead!" I yank myself out the warm leather chair to see endless sets of enormous rolling waves, crashing on the rocky shore, as my jaw drops, feeling as if it just dropped to the ground. I instantly look over at Tristan with a grin on face and said: " Bro, this is going to be insane!". Within five minutes of getting up, we arrived in Jupiter at the surf spot. We both instantly jumped out of the car, grabbed our boards, and sprinted towards the water line. Ordinarily, we would have both just ran into the water, but today we both took our time, stretched and prepared ourselves. Tristan saw a break in the waves and instantly ran for the water, jumped on his board and started to paddle out. I sat back and watched as he paddled out and made it about halfway before the next set of waves came through and started to make it enormously more difficult. I decided I would go a little earlier in the set than Tristan did, as I saw my opportunity I sprinted for the water, immediately after hitting the water I plopped my, and instantly began to paddle out against the tiny waves. However, I was able to catch up to Tristan as the set ended, and we were able to both paddle to the edge of the break. We both immediately sat up on our board and took a few good long breaths as we watched the next set of waves coming towards us. Tristan and I let a few waves roll

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