I am Not a Robot (Cam&Skylar)
Jan 1, 2011 1:23:27 GMT -5
Post by Nofo on Jan 1, 2011 1:23:27 GMT -5
Caoimhin (too lazy to add the accent) Vine
I walk across the boardwalk where the fishermen are getting ready for the new day, a new trip. I normally would go with them, but my mother made a point of talking to all of the boat captains, making sure I wouldn't have a choice but to go to training. She can't stop me from sitting around the pier, I am not going to go in the Hunger Games, nothing she can do to make me.
I take a seat on one end of the pier, dipping my feet into the crystal water, god it feels nice. It's warm, and refreshing to my skin, so I smile and close my eyes. I take my T-shirt off, and make a point of taking the day to tan.
I hear a rhythm nearby, at first putting it off as my imagination. But then I recognize it, footsteps. Whatever, not that it matters. More than enough room on the pier, and who's to say they're coming over.
I take a seat on one end of the pier, dipping my feet into the crystal water, god it feels nice. It's warm, and refreshing to my skin, so I smile and close my eyes. I take my T-shirt off, and make a point of taking the day to tan.
I hear a rhythm nearby, at first putting it off as my imagination. But then I recognize it, footsteps. Whatever, not that it matters. More than enough room on the pier, and who's to say they're coming over.
