Tom Rubbish Ocean

My family house was on one of the cheaper
pieces of land in the area as it had a view of
the ocean. So naturally, the government
didn’t care too much about us. The roads are
worn and the rubbish truck barely ever came
by so we had to make the trek over the sand
dunes to the ocean to dispose of our trash.
It was the day that James’s – my friend’s –
grandpa was diagnosed with cancer that I
changed, the day that I wanted to make a
story come true.
As soon as I got home after visiting the
hospital with my mate, I began to imagine.
The waves I had been informed about, the
blue green swirls of swash. I was thinking of a
day where we went down to the beach
(without our bin) and began to jump in these
walls of rubbish free ocean water, like the
ones all the celebrities have in their pools,
only naturally formed.