Waves, What Are You About?!

We lived close to the sea, and the emerald- like waves had always fascinated me. As they arrived, bowed and retreated, I always hoped they brought me magic, greatness, the world at my feet. They fascinated me so much to the point that I wanted to jump in the foamy, dynamic waves and drift away until I reached, well... Paradise. I had always hoped for something great to happen to me. I felt intrinsically special, and the feeling only grew stronger everyday.
''Unna!Are you coming? It's getting dark soon and grandmother is always fussy when dinner runs out of breath! Hurry up, what are you still staring at?''
''I'm coming!Just rel..''
''Auch!'' I heard my brother crying. ''I've cut myself again into one of those shattered pink shells; this time the cut is even bigger and the sand is slurping every single drop of my blood. Oh boy, I bet this time I will be skipping school for two weeks instead of one!''
''No, you shouldn't! School is important, big brother'',I said with disbelief in his 'ordeal'. At once, I lifted him on my back, then threw him in the waves. He was crying with pain, washing his cut, measuring its depth. The clock struck again and brother stood up at once and started running. We both knew we were in trouble.