Lifes a beach(Special K, Rosetta, Open)

Nadia Tossia:

What Nadia was suffering from could be worse than many deseases that are rarer, and far scarier. But what illness could be more deadly than boredom, the killer of inspiration and action. The rival of pleasure, and the questions that bordom brought were just spoonfuls of depression being forced down Nadia's throat against her will. She was on the beach and Nadia couldn't place her thoughts on one idea before jumping to another so that she couldn't really get a read on what was going through her head. A strand of her hair kept falling into her view, fuzzy and unfocused, it was kind of infuryating.

Nadia was rich, and to her that was kind of unfair. She knew that she needed wealth less than anyone. To her being pour would just present another challange, somthing she could easily overcome, hell it surving would give her somthing to do. Her only activities on life was training even though she knew there was no chance, or reason, to enter the games. Her father couldn't always take her fishing, and besides only the largest prizes captured her intrest. She had nothing to live for, but there was no depression in her mind, just fustration, and a desperate search for a much needed distraction. A friend, a life. She glanced around the stunning beach she was lying on, it was one of the busier ones around with dark water, but still clear water. There were no other trees or, landscapes in her view accept the occasional beach goer running by. She slamed her head into the sand, she didn't need an adventure just a distraction.