Under the tides

Chatper trea

"Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit."

Janae's POV:

There wasn't much at the small concession the beach had up by the parking lot. There were snow-cones and hotdogs, maybe a couple bags of Ruffles, not sure. The pissed off 16 year old cashier took up enough space with her passive aggressive attitude, honestly I would be surprised if she spat in every drink she served. So, just to be safe, when it was my turn to order I asked for a hotdog with ketchup. No beverage for Janae.

Slinking my towel over my shoulders much like a shall, in effort to put a layer between me and this cold, I walk back to my friends, It looks like the boys have joined them underneath the shelter of the oak tree we claimed as our own. The rain dapples my skin, lightly at first but as I draw nearer to my classmates, fat water droplets were falling upon my hotdog.
"Whoops!" I whisper, tucking it under my towel.  The pastel summer sky has smudged and blurred into a matte grey, making everyone's bright bathing suits seem out of place. Kater looks up at me, his eyes shimmering when seeing my food.

"Where did you get that?" He asks, gesturing to my tube shaped, processed, animal Caracas inside of a bleached wheat bun. I point to the small snack shack, explaining where I purchased it. Kater nods, listening to me.
"Are hotdogs a sandwich?" Cole says, sitting next to Emma with a big grin, his blue eyes fixed on my lunch. Emma hums a little, humoured by his question as she looks at Coles' profile with a small smile tugging at her lips, she sniffs then tilts her head up to look at me, shrugging.  Trenton speaks up, looking at Cole with his eyebrows furrowed,
"Um no, you dingus." Trenton says, tossing a handful of grass at Aiden. Aiden just sits still, acting like he doesn't even know grass exists.
"Woah." Cole says running his hand on the back of his neck in a stretch.

Suddenly an aggressive gust of wind interrupts our playful banter. The oak trees long branches creak and snap from above where we sit, sharp raindrops bombard us like bullets from a rouge sniper, darting all along our bodies.
"Holy fuck!" Neha exclaims, tucking into Ce'Nedra's side. Rowan and Gina hold on to each other, their eyes tightly shut, bracing themselves against the sudden danger. Cole has his arm held out protectively over Emma, while she is covering her face and pressing her body weight against the tree.

To think that things were so serene a moment ago, today was suppose to be one of our last memories of grade eight. Bitchy  concession cashiers, sand in swimsuits, salt water up your nose and head aches from too much laughter. That is what we deserved to experience today. Not this.

Cole's POV:

The wind begins to slowdown a bit, all of our heartbeats are heightened with panic. I can feel Emma shift uncomfortably next to me, I jump realizing where she is and pull back my arm, retreating it to my side.

"Oh my god.." She says, fixing her short wet hair, it had been tussled around by the viscous wind. The rain beats down, the only thing louder than the rainfall were the monster waves that had crept their way up the sand. They crash against each other, never before did I think that water could possess an emotion. But even a blind man could see that these waves were filled with rage, an overflowing amount of violence radiated thew them as they thundered against the shore.

The waves are churning, and so is my stomach, one by one we hesitantly stand up, Sharing fearful glances.
"Division 8-3! Please make your way to the busses!" Our homeroom teacher yelled, her voice nearly muted by all that was happening around us,"stay calm! Do not run, you may slip!" She informs us. Honestly, I'm not planning on running, I am planning to fucking book it. I wanted to get as much distance between me and the ocean as possible.