You walk around the house to the small rotting shed in corner of the overgrown garden. The shed is empty apart from a few rusting tools and a large back pack, you always had a packed bag of clothes in case this ever happened. Your mum never went into the shed so you were sure you were pretty safe there for the time being. You shut the large door behind you and collapse on the floor letting out a huge sigh. The rain pouring down onto the old plastic windows make the shed boom with noice. You grab the bag and begin to unbutton your pjs as you debate on what to do next.
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You decide on staying the night at your friends house, but not before going to the beach to calm yourself down. The beach was the only good thing about moving, since you had finished school you didn't have many friends and all your family lived hours away. The beach always seemed to calm you down when you were crying, there was just something about the noice that drowned all your thoughts. As you walk to the beach you can't help but think. Think about what has been and what could be. Think about scenarios that could never happen to you. And worst of all, think about the scenarios that could happen to you. As you approach the sand you smile gently at the calming atmosphere. The rain had died down to a simple patter and the wind had blown away all the rubbish. The place was deserted. Just a few pebbles and seaweed left on the shore. As you pace the edge of the water something catches your eye. An almost perfect shell lying on the sand. You pick it up for closer inspection, the colours swirl around the middle. Mixing to create a gorgeous sunset texture. You smile, happy that there is still some beauty left in the world. But your happiness gets interrupted by a voice, "You know, if you hold the shell up to your ear you can hear the sound of the sea." You spin around to see a stranger grinning down at you. His eyes have more colour in them than the shell in your hand and his blonde hair sticks to his head as rain runs off it. "Having fun staring?" He smirks, clearly enjoying the attention. "S...sorry" you stutter, not able to think clearly. He laughs, the sound almost making you faint. "Why are you out in the rain stealing nature anyway?" He questions still smirking. You take a deep breath in, determined not to embarrass yourself, "I needed some fresh air" you admit. It is half the truth after all. "I feel you there" he breaths. The conversation dies down and you start to feel a little awkward. You drop the shell and start to turn away. "Going so soon?" He asks, slightly dejected. "Sorry, I just need to be somewhere" you reply quickly as you turn on your heels and walk away.
