If you stand on the shore, the water stretches as far as you can see, to the horizon. It changes color with the light and the color of the sky, from green to blue to gray. At twilight, you can't tell the ocean from the sky. Ripples and waves continuously flow toward you, eventually break into foam, creep up to your feet, and slide back.
The ocean makes a sound like water surging and retreating. Seagulls circle and cry in the sky. There is a smell of saltwater in the air, a scent like no other.
My feet touched the rough terrain of Sea-cliff's own rocky beach. The light breeze blew my unruly coffee brown hair away from my petite frame. I could see for miles, the vast uncontrollable ocean, waves crashing on the pearly sands of Magnolia's beach.
As I walked along the edge of the rocks I could feel the cool ocean water crawl up my legs reaching the bottom of my ripped skinny jeans. The light breeze turned into a gust of wind encasing me in the warmth of the ocean scent, in the only thing I knew as home.
Sea-cliff is all I've ever know where I took my first breath, first steps, birthday, funeral, first place I fell in love with the resident bad-boy. With a population of 3,610 you think we'd all be as close as paper stuck to glue.
Not quite.
We all pretty much made "sections" the privileged, the everyday, and the non-privileged. I guess you can tell I'm one of the privileged. Daughter of Nadine and Charles Whitman, a twelfth grade English teacher and the county sheriff.
Living alongside the coast, waking up in the morning to the ocean and the light of the morning sunrise. You must be thinking her life is awesome. If it was I wouldn't be writing this, trust me. This story isn't about my life in a beautiful town miles away from the rest of civilization on the ocean, no it's about what I've lost. What this town lost.
It's not like everything can stay perfect forever. The world is an imperfect place .
A/N: I know that was really short but I hoped you enjoyed it. Sorry for any typos I'm writing on my phone and it kinda doesn't want to cooperate.
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Drowning On Dry Land
Teen FictionShe was the conservative girl with a Sheriff for a father and a teacher for a mother. She didn't drink or smoke— she went to church on Sunday, she was passing with all A's. She lives on the beach with her family in a big home with plenty of food and...
