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Open Ocean

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Lianne didn't want to go on vacation with her parents.
But when she does, she comes to a wonderful realization.

Lianne woke up, yawning and stretching. For a moment she forgot where she was. She glanced out the strangely small window.
Her stomach churned. Vast blue skies and small, puffy clouds hung over the turquoise of the tropical ocean. The private plane kept a steady pace over the water, flying smoothing due to the clear day and the absence of turbulence.
The view was beautiful, yes, but Lianne had never been one to enjoy plane rides in any way. And she hated swimming. She had loved swimming so much, long ago, but then had almost drowned ten years ago, and had shunned swimming ever since. The sea is only good for tans on its beaches, she thought.
Lianne sighed grumpily, blinking sleep out of her eyes. Why did she have to be here? She'd rather be back home in San Fran, hanging with her best friends, Araminta and Michelle, and her boyfriend, Dexter.
On the other side of the one aisle of the small plane, Lianne’s parents snoozed. She didn’t quite know what had woken her up, but not them.
Bored, she squinted out the window again. Sunlight shone on the sparkling water, blinding, but rather… beautiful. Shimmering and iridescent. Dazzling and inviting.
Wow, she thought, suddenly caught by the beauty of those treacherous depths. A lovely killer.
Lianne turned away from the window with a sniff, trying to ignore the fear in her stomach as the plane gave a slight, abrupt lurch.
Two weeks ago, her parents had announced that they were going on a completely random vacation to the Bahamas. But it wasn’t random, Lianne knew. They needed to blow off some steam (although her father always needed to blow off steam). Her mom had just had another miscarriage, and her dad was under a lot of pressure from his job. Granted, the job wasn’t truly necessary, with him being a pro wrestler and all, but that was just how life was as a multi-millionaire. So hard.
Lianne’s parents had insisted she go with him. She had insisted that she was sixteen, and could take care of herself. They had insisted she should go because of her deteriorating grades. She had insisted that she’d never liked school anyway. They had insisted that that was all the more reason to get away from it all. She had insisted that she’d miss her friends if she was gone for too long. They had reminded her that her friends had all gone on vacations this year, and she hadn’t.
She couldn’t come up with a valid argument after that.
And so, Lianne missed the big city. The lights, the heights, and their five-story house (although she’d never been able to tell why three people and a butler needed five stories of rooms).
She looked at her watch. Five o’clock PM. They had been flying for ten hours straight now. They were almost there.
Sure enough, not fifteen minutes later, the only flight attendant woke up Lianne’s parents. “We’re almost there, Mr. and Mrs. Dodgson,” the attendant said. “The island is within sight. The pilots told me to tell you to remain seated.”
Lianne’s mother, Eliza, sat up, covering a yawn. “Thank you so much, Bonita. You know we appreciate your help a lot, right?”
The young Spanish woman smiled. “Yes, of course, Mrs. Dodgson. I’m happy to be here.”
Yes, she is, Lianne thought, noting Bonita’s covert glance out the window at the tropical island.
“I know the plane is staying here until we leave, so please, enjoy the island as well,” Eliza said sweetly. “And tell the pilots to do the same.”
“Yes, I will, Mrs. Dodgson.”
“Please, call me Eliza. Enough with the formality,” Eliza insisted. As you may have guessed from previous paragraphs, she was very good at insisting.
“FORMALITY IS IMPORTANT!” Knox Dodgson bellowed, making all three of the females jump. He’s even better at insisting than his wife, particularly when he threatens to do a figure-four leg lock on you.
“Quiet down, dear,” Eliza said calmly; her and Lianne had already recovered from the outburst, being quite used to them, but Bonita still looked quite alarmed.
“Formality is what made into what I am!” Knox said loudly.
An adult case of Oppositional Defiant Disorder? Lianne thought.
“Who I am today!” Knox continued, voice inevitably getting louder.
“Dear,” Eliza said, a warning tone in her voice. Lianne smirked. When her father got angry, (which was quite often) he was terrifying. Her mother? Even more so.
“Formality got me the job, thirty years ago! It made me INTO A MAN!” Knox roared.
Lianne was struck by the irony of his words. He spoke of formality almost reverently, and yet he was screaming about it informally.
Eliza touched Knox’s arm, and he fell silent immediately, smiling fondly down at her. She smiled back, almost sadly, then turned back to Bonita. “You can go sit down, dearie. We’re about to land, aren’t we?”
Bonita stood blinking for a moment, then nodded distractedly, walking unsteadily over to her seat near the front of the plane.
The plane landed without incident. The Dodgsons filed out, Knox and Eliza thanking the pilots. And then Lianne felt it, and gasped.
A light wind danced across her skin delicately, carrying the scent of salt with it, the the sound of the waves lapping gently on the shore filling her ears. The last light of the sun setting over the ocean behind her lingered faintly for a few moments, and before her, she saw stars.
So many…
Glittering and twinkling playfully in the darkening sky, they seemed to smile down at her. As the sun disappeared, they reflected on the tranquil water, enhancing the spring night’s chill. The sky was moonless, which brought out the stars still further. In San Fran, the city lights made it almost impossible to see stars.
She gazed up, loving it all, breathing in the ocean. She knew that she had never stopped loving the ocean. Ever since that terrifying moment, when the salty water began to fill her lungs, she had been afraid of it.
You were six, and full of yourself, she reminded herself. You should never have dared yourself to go out that far.
She had been lucky that a passing group of tourists, one of whom was a trained lifeguard and knew CPR, had spotted the small girl’s dying thrashings. She had almost died, and had forsook swimming altogether.
Why? she thought. I’m meant for the water. I always have been.
She looked off to the side, where her parents were laughing and chatting, and smiled.
They were happy. They loved each other, despite her father’s ODD and her mother’s inability to have another child.
This is where I’m meant to be, she thought. Where the water and stars are, and where they’re happy.
That’s where I’m happy, she thought.
And she smiled.

Comments (3)


5 days ago
That was cool! Great job!
207 days ago
It is a very very good story!
211 days ago
I LOOOOOVE this story! it's so sweet!