This weeks writing had to be about the beach I decided to add a "INTERESTING" twist. enjoy! (and comment below what you think)
The clouds had given up on hiding the sun from the empty beach. So mum and dad let me walk down to the beach. As I make my way down the stone path holding my towel there's a small, warm wind whipping my chest.
I skip along the sand and eventually get to the water. I step into the shallows and Sand creeps through my toes tickling me, I giggle, a little 6 year old laugh. The ones that make all my big sisters friends go “awwww”. Water jumps up snatching the sand from my toes and The sudden cold of the water makes me yelp.
I feel safe in my soaked togs, the warm breeze flicking my hair into my eyes. I look around to check who's watching and find the cove deserted, I quickly pee in the water and then take a deep breath and dive into the ocean.
As I penetrate the water the The air is sucked straight out of my mouth. bubbles surround me and I choke and struggle “help!”
I scream, “help!”, but all my desperate cries do are produce bubbles.
As I try to get to the surface I remember what my 5 year old swimming teacher taught me a year ago.
I begin kicking, kicking, kicking I put my hands up into the rocket position as I break the surface. I gasp for breath and open my eyes I feel sticky and look around to find I had wet the bed yet again.
“Mum!” I yell. She doesn't answer. I look over at my clock it reads, 3:18 am. I groan and slip out of my stinky wet sheets and scutter down the hallway “Mum!”
I enter her bedroom and begin vigorously shaking her “what?”
she groans from deep in her throat.
“I wet the bed.”
I say in shame.
“NOT AGAIN!”