Day at the beach. [Open; any]
Jun 4, 2012 11:25:20 GMT -5
Post by ❥ KUNA on Jun 4, 2012 11:25:20 GMT -5
TAN means actions.
WHITE means her speech.
"SPEECH" means other speech.
TEXT means thoughts.
The day had been pretty good. It had started out with going fishing with Mr. Frost and his son, Ron. The sun had risen over the ocean with us out over the deep blue waters on his little fishing boat. Ron has apparently taken a liking to me, but I'm not interested. One time, when I was supposed to be asleep, I heard Mr. Frost and Mrs. Frost chatting about how their son had taken a fancying to me. Pleasant surprise. Honestly, I don't care. Ron can crush on me all he wants, but it won't change the fact I'm not looking for some guy to call mine. Trust and love are things I don't take lightly, like some, so I'm not about to ruin my chances right now. Seriously, there are tons of girls in District Four who know how to flirt it up with guys and I'm not one of them. Flirting and such are just things I don't care for doing, especially when I can only manage a sentence or two to just the normal person anyway.
The sun is setting now and I'm sitting on the shore. My brown pants are rolled up into shorts and I've ditched my white shirt for the tank top underneath. My shoes are placed beside me in the sand with my bare feet buried under the tiny grains of sand. I wonder why sand looks tan from far away, but when you inspect it closely it is actually a combination of different shades of gray, brown, tan, and white. Maybe that is how people are--you look at them and they seem one way, but when you inspect them closer they are actually tones of different ways. My hair is pulled up into a messy bun, a couple strings of brown curving over my face and lightly twisting in the breeze coming off the ocean. I'm relaxed, for once, not having to worry of who's house I'm going to next, what they'll be like, or what they'll think of me.
The sky is painted in beautiful colors of pink, orange, and red. Above the sun, out of it's light grasp, the sky is turning a deep shade of blue. I close my eyes, listening to the steady pound of the waves crashing onto the shore and the whisper of the breeze in my ears. The salty tang of the ocean air is whooshed up into my lungs with every breath and I feel so at ease, that I almost wish I could become a part of the sea. I sit there, my arms hugging my knees which are propped up, and just enjoy the beach, relaxed and at peace.
