Stereotypes-Original Writing

“Order up!” yells a juvenile lean male waiter says as he seizes a tray of a mysterious drinks. He brings the tray immediately to my table and blurts, “2 large rainbow shakes with blue straws?” “Those would be ours!” I replied eagerly. “One for you, madam and one for you sir. Anything else I can get for you folks?” The waiter says in an dreadful counterfeit British accent. “That will be all. Thank you!” Replies the companion at my table.
“Ugh the heat is melting me like a popsicle on the Fourth of July!” I grumble. “Should we head down to the beach?” asks my mysterious table associate.”I’m sure the waves of the ocean will refresh us.” “Yes! Let’s go now!” I shout in enthusiasm. We slurp the shakes down in a matter of seconds and hustle to the beach. As we walk down the peer men, women and children began to encircle us. They squeal with glee at us and ask my mysterious friend for picture. “Please! Please! Please! May I have a picture?” Shouts a little boy in front of the sea of people. “Of course you may!” Shouts my friend laughingly.
“Then all in unison, like that of a church choir. The crowd of people began chanting my popular friend’s name. “Rock! Rock! Rock!”
Then after countless pictures and autographs, we complete our voyage to the beach.
The sand scorched our feet like steaks on a fiery grill. I had brought the Rock along to join me for a surfing lesson. We snatched our wetsuits and our boards and hit the waves. The ocean water sends a chilling sensation through my body. The polar water feels like a steamy shower after a long day, calming and relaxing. The waves are monstrous and intimidating, however, I seem to ride them effortlessly like I had done it a million times before. I dash past the Rock and under a curling wave. In the waves there are vividly colored fish swimming in schools. The water is so translucent that one can easily see the ocean floor, and the coral and seaweed that lay on
it. We surfed for what seemed like hours. And the Rock began to grow weary. He swam to shore while I stayed and caught a few more waves. I continued to look into the water as I surfed, but as I looked closer something very petrifying appeared. A fin began to pierce through the surface of the water. A colossal great white shark appeared at the surface. His body as extensive as a school bus and teeth like a million sharp knives trying to rip and devour me. I jump off my board and swim as quickly as I can to shore. However; I cannot outswim the predator. Suddenly, I am jerked under by my feet and dragged into the deep abyss. Suddenly, a brilliant white light radiates in front of me. My eyes are blinded. I am standing on streets of gold. Men and women are in white robes walking in the streets. Everyone has a beautiful crown with spectacular jewels embellished on them. There is no sorrow or grief in the air. Everyone is blissful and sings praises. “Am I in heaven?” I say to myself astonishingly. Then instantaneously everything vanishes and I am left with only a memory.