Sucky Excerpt Monday

The boredom yet again continues, and so I decided to post my sucky beginning to the novel I wrote when I was twelve. Enjoy (or hate on it, whatever you want).

The first thing he felt as he woke up was the light of the sun, then the sound of the waves. He opened his eyes.

He was lying on a dark sandy beach. The sky was bright and the sun was shining down on him.

Who was he exactly? He did not know that himself. Then a name flashed into his mind and he remembered. Nigel.

A name. It was the only piece of his memory he had left. It's a tiny piece of who you are, and it's everything you are.

This beach was not his home. It only left a faint memory of what home was. He knew wherever he came from was far away. Far far away from this place.

Nigel stood up. It felt like he hadn't stood up in a long time. It was as if he was lying on that beach from the day time began.

He limped towards the stream near the beach. The water was crystal clear, bright blue. He saw his reflection for what seemed for the first time.

Nigel was not very tall. He was not very handsome either, and he wasn't very strong looking. In fact, he looked very frail. His hair was a dark black and he had deep maroon eyes.

Amnesia is a strange thing. You forget everything about who you are and still retain a few bits of information. Or that was the case with Nigel's amnesia anyway. He still remembered how the world works. That was for sure, or would the world turn purple any second now. He waited; then he shook his head. A purple world. That's just silly.

He had to find a place to stay for the night. As peaceful as the beach looked, he did not want to take any chances.

He turned around.

Nigel had to walk for a considerable while before he found the road.

It has to go somewhere. he thought.

Soon enough, he spotted a man on the path. He was driving a pick-up-truck filled with fishing equipment. Maybe he could hitchhike to the nearest town or something.

''Hey!'' he called after the man.

The man pulled the brakes and got out of the car. He was a short man with tan skin and a red scraggly beard. He was wearing a fishing outfit and yellow boots.

''Aren't you supposed to be with your parents son? What are you doing all the way out here?'' the man asked. His voice was surprisingly loud.

''Ummm. I'm going for a walk.'' Nigel said reluctantly.

''A walk? We're a long way from town.''

''I wanted to visit the beach.''

''Huh. Your a strange kid.'' the man said reluctantly.

He got back in the car.

''Get in, it's getting dark out,'' the man called.

Nigel realized only then that the sun was already beginning to go down.

He got in the car.

''By the way. I'm Ostin.'' said the man.

''I'm, Nigel.''

It was a long drive to the nearest town. It was a small town, very plain and simple but it looked like a safe place to stay the night. It had a great view of the sea.

Something did not feel right about the tiny town.

There was a large amount of people gathered near the beach. They were whispering into each others' ears and there was a lot of commotion.

Nigel walked instinctively into their direction and stopped abruptly.

He looked down to see a dead dolphin lying on the beach.

It looked different from a normal dolphin for one thing it was tinted a strange hue of purple and it was wearing a strap with a tiny rectangular box attached to it.

Then he saw the reason why it was dead.

Three bloody gashes stood side by side together as if made by a claw. They cut deep into the dolphin's skin. Nigel shivered. The sight of blood made him turn cold.

A man in a slightly worn suit and a pale weather beaten face pushed his way into the place where the dolphin lay. He seemed to be a leader of the town. Then he took the tiny box. The people standing among the crowd did not question his authority. Then he strode towards a beige one-story building.

Ostin walked towards Nigel.

''That's Mr. Sephio. He is the town mayor's assistant.'' Ostin whispered into Nigel's ear.

''What will they do to the box?'' Nigel asked.

''Confiscate it. It's probably a message from them.''

''Who?''

''The things that live under the ocean.''

''What do you mean?''

Ostin did not reply. He stood there silent and watched as two men carried the dead dolphin on a stretcher.

Then the crowd left one by one, losing interest.

''Is this normal?'' Nigel asked.

''No. It's not, but you never know what to expect from that place.'' he gestured towards the sea. He seemed like he was gazing to some far off place.

Nigel stared. The waves were crashing on the sand in a constant rhythm and the weather was clear and sunny. So why did Ostin sound so nervous? What could possibly lurking under the ocean floor?

He was still staring. Then something inside him felt a longing. A longing to jump down into the sea and dive to the bottom.

Nigel quickly shook of his longing. Humans were meant to live on the land. Where the plants grew in the soil and humans and animals walked on their feet.

Yeah, but am I even human? he thought to himself.

The thought didn't make any sense. Although, deep inside he knew he could be right.

Nigel's next problem was where he would stay for the night.

He didn't have any money and he was already sure that home was far away.

''You should get back to your parents kid.'' said Ostin.

Nigel stood there paralyzed.

Uh-oh what do I say?Come on, think.

''I can't. I'm an orphan.''

''An orphan?''

''My parents they,'' said Nigel racking his brain,'' recently got into an accident.''

''Really? When?'' said Ostin suspiciously.

''A few days ago,''he said pausing again. Then he remembered the look on Ostin's face when he talked about the sea.''We are on vacation. They were going for a swim one second they were there the next they were gone.''

Ostin's eyes widened.

That was such a stupid lie! Well, what was I supposed to say. Sorry Ostin, I don't know who my parents were. I woke up on the beach without any idea who I was. He thought grumpily.

''I'm so sorry. It must have been terrible.'' Ostin said apologetically.

''Yeah.'' Nigel said trying to sound miserable for the parents who never existed.

''You can come stay with me tonight. I got an empty room with a warm bed. Tomorrow we can find a way to get you back home. Sounds good son?'' he said patting his shoulder.

Nigel felt horrible for lying. Where else could he go otherwise?

''Oh, sure. Thank you.''

''This ocean it's got some strange things going on. I still have no idea why I fish. I suppose it's cause the little boy within me is still clamoring for some adventure,'' said Ostin.

They got back into the truck. Ostin drove to a cozy one-story house a not so far away from the beach where they saw the dolphin.

Ostin used his key and they made their way inside. The house was a small place with yellow walls. There was no trace of anything remotely modern inside.

Ostin showed Nigel his room.

Nigel practically collapsed on the bed. The room was small and cramped. There was a view of a river running down towards the beach from his window. He left the curtains open.

''I see you're tired from the day, huh kid?'' Ostin said chuckling.

Nigel nodded.

''I'll leave you to rest. Come to the kitchen for dinner once I'm done cooking. We'll decide what you should do tomorrow.''

He shut the door quietly.

Lying isn't a very nice thing to do. Not many people are good at it. Nigel did not particularly enjoy lying but he knew exactly the right thing to say when dealing with people and how they would react.

Nigel stared at the hard wood floor racking his brains for answers for the many questions in his head. Unfortunately, amnesia doesn't work that way.

Then he fell asleep.

- - -

In many books, this is around the time our amnesia stricken hero gets a dream about his or her mysterious past. That is not the case here because Nigel woke up in the middle of his dreamless sleep.

The water in the river made an unnatural sounding splash against the shore. Nigel woke up with a start. He looked outside the window.

A shadowy figure was swimming through the river

Hey, I wrote it when I was twelve. If you actually like it okay then.
I only reached page two and then I went on with my life and with other novels. I'm going for a reboot oneday.