You had recently moved in to a beach condo. Your busy mom is out working with yet another successful clothing line. I guess its pretty nice you have to whole house to yourself to explore but you'll think you do that later. You look around your room and it is pretty much to your liking except the very few boxes left in the corner just waiting to be unpacked. ( What boxes? You don't recall there being any boxes that you have neglected for a few days now.) But the one thing you truely adore is the window that sits pointing towards your own private beach. The waters splashing against the glistening sand that just calls your name. Having a famous mom really pays off sometimes!
You sit on the cushion that lines the bottom of your window and lean against one of the pillows it has. You stare at the completely vacant beach. While the window surrounds you like the three mirrors that let you see different angles of yourself. But insead of seeing you, you see the sun hitting the water perfectly and it beckons you. You then feel the buzz from your phone in your back pocket. You see that your mom has told you she will be home late. You know how this goes. She will come home 'late' for a week and once or twice be home on time. Taking this opportunity to ask her to go on the beach and she insists infact. Since its our personal beach I am allowed to go anytime except dark and not to wander off from it. You text her with a spam of thank yous. So you hurriedly started picking out your outfit. You finally decide on some white short shorts and a long, flowy, no sleved top. You brought you blue visors, and practically ran out with the biggest towel you can find.
Placing your towel on what you think the best spot on the beach. But you dont mind that as you eagerly walk towards the water. Making a splash as you jump over a wave. You wiggle your toes in the wet sand and giggle. Taking in the air it kinda reminded you of something oddly comforting but you can't place your finger on it. You walk home hoping no one would take your stuff but highly doubt it. And come back with a huge bag of chips (of course talkis). You licked the powder off; one after another. Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. It was a guy with lots of purple on him, how could you not see him! You squint towards the figure that seemed like it was coming closer. Your mind going into panic mode you stood up with your chips still in hand. You face him and try to make out what he looks like before he got too close. Now that you look at him you see this guy is all kinds of weird: with the cape, hair, skin, and some kind of orange thing on his head? You think you've heard about these guys, like trolls? You walk over to him as he got close enough to make out his face. He seemed your age??? It it very hard to tell with his get up. "Hey!" He shouted at you. "Wwhat are u doing on this beach!" "Whoa there..." you never seen a troll like this before but you examined him more and at the side of his head were fins you presume. "Hey, um, im just chilling here on MY beach." Ive seem too trigger the fish guy, ready to move if his animal instinct kicks in and he charges. "This is not your beach. This is MY beach and I'vve owwned it until you annoying land dwwellers came and ruined it." What did this bitch just call you! "You better fucking-!" He interrupted you with a hand in your face, "I don't havve time for a meaningless argument wwith someone as filthy as you." You were about to snap when this guy starts walking into the ocean and swims downward. You went into full fledged panic mode, you were not ready to witness a suicide.
You could not believe what you just witnessed... you must be tripping balls. But you just wanted to go in your room and wake up from this shit show nightmare and take a nice cold shower.
