Josh Ramsey And The Mythical Land Of The Beach Hobos

Its Hard Knock Life

I wake up to a scratching sounds on the boards.Thinking it's just rats again I try to fall back to sleep.
I wake up again hearing the wind whistle from the cracks in the wood.    
I crawl over to the entrance ad remove the board it squeaks as I open it. As I look out I see its dawn but the sky's are as dark as 2007 Pete wentzs eyeliner. The waves are huge crashing against the sand.

Then I see a shadow against the shoreline. It doesn't look like anyone tall looks like the person in about 5 foot maybe 5,3 but not beyond that. There hair looks huge like a giant puffball I'm guessing they have a curly afro. Other then that I can't see anything else just there shadow..
I crawl out of the shack the cold air hits me. It must be like 23 degrees. I start to walking closer and closer then I finally shout of to the figure. "HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?". They look over for a second and make eye contact with me. Its a girl she seems to have braces and glasses she's a pale as Gerard way. But then she runs off. I start to run after her. I'm about one foot away from her when she tips over a trash can.
Of course I fall I mean to be honest I would've tripped on my pants. I really need to find a belt in a trash can somewhere I think to myself. 
I see her run off she darts into the woods. Rule number one never run away from a beach hobo especially in the sand. Rule two never give away your home base. I'll go after her tomorrow it's to cold to be out her in only pants.

As soon as I return I pick the cooking book I keep under my pillow. I love Delia  Smith. That day I just read Delia Smith cook books and sleep.
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I hope that yall like this chapter as I introduce this new characters this character will be import to the story things will be heating up.