{Kelly}
Kelly paused for a moment, dumbfounded. "You know, I once had an accident. I was on the beach with my friends, and my older brother Kent was teaching me how to skim. I'd loved seeing him do it every day of my life, we used to go to the beach together almost every day. I had always wanted to be just like him; I looked up to him, he was the hero to me that my dad never was. It was the first day I was getting onto a board, and Kent insisted that I watch him go one last time, just to be sure I had gotten the technique. He always told me to never go into more than a foot of water, because the water there often had bad rip currents; that was the day my brother broke his on rule, and I'll regret it for the rest of my life. He was going good, and he was just coming out of a three-sixty when I shouted his name, trying to get him to notice a rock in his path. He swerved, but in the wrong direction, not to the beach, but strait into the sea. He was swept out into he water, and I could only watch as he was taken by the ocean, the thing I once loved taking the one I held most dearly to me. I came back the next day to find the water dead-calm, not a single ripple on its surface, and found it the same way every day for a year as I revisited, hoping to see my brother swimming back home, calling my name. The last day of my mourning, the same day but a year later, I returned to find his board washed up on the shore." Kelly took a deep breath and painfully wiped the tear from his face. "I brought it home with me, vowing never to skim, ever." I kept that promise until I finally couldn't stand not doing something I loved, something my brother died doing to teach me how to find my own way. I couldn't let his efforts be wasted, and I took the board out and skimmed for the first time on the second anniversary of his death. I told you this because I want you to know that things can be overcome, even gravity can be defied if it stands in the way of what you love."
Kelly paused for a moment, dumbfounded. "You know, I once had an accident. I was on the beach with my friends, and my older brother Kent was teaching me how to skim. I'd loved seeing him do it every day of my life, we used to go to the beach together almost every day. I had always wanted to be just like him; I looked up to him, he was the hero to me that my dad never was. It was the first day I was getting onto a board, and Kent insisted that I watch him go one last time, just to be sure I had gotten the technique. He always told me to never go into more than a foot of water, because the water there often had bad rip currents; that was the day my brother broke his on rule, and I'll regret it for the rest of my life. He was going good, and he was just coming out of a three-sixty when I shouted his name, trying to get him to notice a rock in his path. He swerved, but in the wrong direction, not to the beach, but strait into the sea. He was swept out into he water, and I could only watch as he was taken by the ocean, the thing I once loved taking the one I held most dearly to me. I came back the next day to find the water dead-calm, not a single ripple on its surface, and found it the same way every day for a year as I revisited, hoping to see my brother swimming back home, calling my name. The last day of my mourning, the same day but a year later, I returned to find his board washed up on the shore." Kelly took a deep breath and painfully wiped the tear from his face. "I brought it home with me, vowing never to skim, ever." I kept that promise until I finally couldn't stand not doing something I loved, something my brother died doing to teach me how to find my own way. I couldn't let his efforts be wasted, and I took the board out and skimmed for the first time on the second anniversary of his death. I told you this because I want you to know that things can be overcome, even gravity can be defied if it stands in the way of what you love."
[Oh sweet Jesus that was way too long I'm so sorry ;w;]
