Atin and I was really enjoying the cooling waters when we noticed the sudden change in the tide and weather. The sky was crowded with black clouds on our left and the Sun was shining bright on our right. I insisted for us to get back up and pack our stuffs to head for a shelter before it rains. We did, so did the family beside us.

Bathed and ready for our next plan, we noticed parked police cars and a crowd on the beach. Being such nosy kids, we decided to poke our nose in between the packed beach. We saw the Family that was sitting next to us on the rocks, looking out to the sea, sobbing, crying. Someone drowned, one of thier own. Later we heard from the crying Brother and Mother that he was swimming out for the ball and never came back. We stayed for about two more hours, but the police and civil defence force came back and forth to shore with nothing. More and more cries and the day was getting dark. We couldn't stay and watch any longer. We were all traumatized. We saw him, and the last time I saw him, he was happy playing in the waters with the kids. He's only 18.

Journey back home was silent. We can't stop thinking that it could have been us to get caught in the tide. And one of their family member asked why we hadn't help? We weren't there. We didn't know. We skipped school yesterday, all of us. We googled and bought newspapers, only to find out that they still haven't found his body. Fcuk it. You have to be there to understand.

Today, was fun. Only one hour or less in school. Sigh, I gotta meet Baby soon. I miss Baby frigging much.

❤ Sya