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Zayn~ The Beach Ballerina

This took so long to write! hope you guys like it not sure how long it is on here but it was 9 pages on word. Feel accomplished :) please vote on this and tell me in comments how you felt reading this! I really really want to know for this one. I spent a long time on it :) thanks love you <3 Holly xox

Madeline skipped across the sand, twirling in her floating white sundress on the beach as the sun descended for the other side of the world. The daylight wouldn't last much longer and the wind was picking up along the coast line. Her mother would call her back to the little red beach hut and give her a big white and deep blue stripped blanket as she did every evening. She'd then sit on the wall behind the beach hut until the sun was nothing but an orange glow beneath the horizon. Then, and only then would she go inside the beach hut and drink hot chocolate with her grandpa, and they would talk of her father how Madeline was doing him proud.

But for now the sun was still high enough in the sky for Madeline to dance, just above the shore line where the sand was damp. Where the sand would appear smooth and hard enough to lay a house on, but as soon as she placed her foot on its cold surface, would break apart and envelope her toes into is cool, damp grains. Each twirl or point of her toe would leave a satisfyingly deep footprint behind.

Her dainty steps across the sand were accompanied by a flourish of graceful arm movements. Each turn would include an out stretched arm or a float of her hand from above her head to her waist. Anyone so lucky to watch her would think her a fairy.

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Her graceful movement beside the waves were what had caught the eye of a young boy sitting up on the wall behind the beach. He was sat with his legs swinging over the side of the wall to the two meter drop below on to the soft, dry sand. His shoes were hanging by end of his toes; almost as if he was daring them to fall into the sand below. The bottoms of his grey jeans were frayed from overuse and damp from earlier paddling in the sea.

The boy raised his head to look at the beautiful dancing girl by the shore, before returning to his sketch book, pencil gripped tightly, as his hand flourished across the page with as much gracefulness as the spinning girl by the shore. He had captured her beautifully posed figure in such a way that if you were even to glance at the sketch, the picture would come life off the yellowing paper and float through your mind. Though the picture holds no music, its melody is soft and gentle. The girl in the picture had the same smiling face of the girl by the shore; a smile that reached her eyes, that showed her state of true happiness and bliss. Her eyes twinkled like diamonds in pure sunlight as they gaze at her poised left hand in front of her in a fan shape of her fingers, as if she were picking a flower. Her left arm was bent slightly into her body from a full extent to left side. Her other arm, however, came up and over her head in a full extent, her right hand in the same fan shape. The girl's torso then bent forward into her left arm, whilst her legs where in that shape that ballerina makes when she pirouettes’. Her dress then span out around her, engulfing her in white cloth, as she span in space. Her white blonde, sun kissed hair flowed behind her in luscious waves of golden silk. The more the figure came to life the more the boy furiously sketched and shaded.

The boy's face frowned, his dark caramel eyes squinting at the picture. Frustrated, he ran his hand through his black hair, pushing it back higher into the quiff a top his head. His olive toned skin crinkled around his eyes as he squinted at the picture. Something wasn't right and he didn't quite know what.

When it dawned on him he furiously tore the sketch from his pad in anger and let it flutter in the wind to the sand below. Instead he turned his face to the setting sun and watched the ballerina by the shore turn to the melody of her own mind.

Meanwhile, Madeline danced up and down the shore, stopping only to say hello to a passing elderly couple who smiled through their wrinkled faces at her curtsy to them as they passed. As she stood up out of her curtsy a piece of paper flutter through the wind. Seeing only a challenge, she began chasing the paper down the beach, jumping high into the air to try to grab it. Only for every time she jumped, she'd miss by the tip of her finger. This game continued on and on for her until a boy about her age, maybe older, came running up behind her and started jumping with her to get the paper. She giggled and turned to smile at the dark haired boy but immediately stopped jumping when she saw his expression. His eyes were dead set on the floating paper with a look of terror and he was barring his teeth in frustration. His eyes would flick quickly between Madeline and the paper in a look of anxiety. Taking one final leap off of a sand pile, his finger closed around the corner of the page and he fell back to the sand in a heap, his fingers gripping the paper so his knuckles turned white.