Weakness

Weekness

The shore line whispered as a single grim wave broke on the sand. Capped in salt, the rocks interrupted each up-heave swell towarding land. Crest and hidden shrub outlined the masked beach of Okuku Range. Lifeless images screened the coast and towering birds danced nimbly in the sky. Hastily the flare of the sun escaped view and the flood of tide mobbed out to sea. A lucent breeze crawled through the water front, and gushes of sand cut through the wind. Noble, mute sounds drowned aside the humming sea, mild and grey.

The barking stopped. Adalyn slipped out of bed and quietly approached the window facing the backyard. The neighbors still had their light on, but she couldn't see anything. The dog next door, never stopped barking. So why the sudden quietness? It almost felt eerie. Adalyn Callaway grew up in the meager town of Okuku Range with her mother and father. She was an isolated girl, being 14 and having somewhat no friends, Adalyn felt steadily remote from civil connection. She appreciated small things, and with living so near to the ocean, Adalyn was attracted to the marine life and its features. Being captured by the coast, daily Adalyn would travel down to the beach and observe the living critters beneath the sandshore. Carrying with her a small steal bottle and a lofty, brass magnifine glass. Adalyn would nab pieces of broken, dried seaweed and nattered shells into her bottle to research them, then learn about the odds of each fossil.

Idolizing the trees and plants past each house, Adalyn walked home from school. Her school was only two short streets away, Okuku Collage. To some extent, Adayln enjoyed school, and was very alert and brainy. Above all, she enjoyed science and chemistry, because it related well with her enthusiasm for the coastal aquatic. The other kids that attended Okuku Collage didn't concern Adalyn and she carried on with her life to and from school. "Hey Adalyn, how was school today love?" quested Jane, Adalyn's mother. Dropping down her bag beside the couch, "Good" replied Adalyn. Shortly after Adalyn had gotten changed and returned into the kitchen for an afternoon refreshment, she noticed that the next door neighbors dog was still hushed. "Mum why is Mr an Mrs Dempster's dog not yapping like usual"? Jane, with her head buried in the fridge, scurrying around," oh yes, i did notice the quite, but that is odd for Bentley". Bentley was the dogs name; he was friendly enough, but a constant barking made the people around the neighborhood regularly irritated. He was a Yorkshire terror crossed with a Beagle, and never really slept like a normal dog should, he just howled, but why has he stopped?

Night time set in and by now Benjamin was home from work, as a Plumber in the small town they lived in. Benjamin was Adalyn's father, he worshipped her in life. The family sat at the table. The nightfall came and went fleet and nimbly. The next morning was Saturday, and Adalyn was up with birds and digging into a bowl of fruit loops. Her mother and father were having a content sleep in, due to being able to, because of usually hearing the weeping of Bentley.

Cars shuffled past the byway to the beach. Adalyn whisked her way down onto the sand. She toke off her shoes and treeded towards the water. A tiny starfish stopped the girl in her trace. With a dither of unsureity, Adalyn grasped up the creature and gazed at it with a dimmer of ease. After lodging the starfish into the shoal, flat of the sea. Adalyn observed some sea-slugs clutched onto a tangle of rock weed. She watched the brute, mortal body's sludge around the rocks and then her attention was immediately peeked to an abute sound directed up the beach. In firm swift movement Adalyn looked away from the admirable young boy kicking a ball along the shore brim. Margin and breathless Adalyn departed behind a rut in the bank to cloak herself away from the boys view.