Seashells

My name is Coral Wave. I get my name after my families’ small obsession over the water. I stand at four foot ten inches, I have long blond wavy hair that is dip dyed aquamarine blue. My choice of clothing is natural beach themed things.
Most of my time is spent on the beach. Listening to the crashing waves and collecting sea shells. I don’t know why I collect these things but I guess you could say they calm me down and gives me the chance to escape from the rush of everyday life. I also have a small collection of salt water pearls, which are beautiful, and I plan on making into a bracelet.
The end of the summer holidays are coming to a close and these last few days will be the rush of a lifetime because I’m moving up to high school and let’s just say I’m the type of girl that doesn’t fit in very well. I’m that one person that doesn’t fit in to any type of group. I’m the oddball.
“Hey there Coral! Excited about high school?” asks my best friend Ashley running up to me her shiny bronze ringlet curls bouncing behind her. Ashley’s beautiful. There is not a single flaw on her face no freckles, no spots…nothing! She should be on the next cover of “Perfect” magazine.
“I guess so……it’s just you know I won’t fit in at school so I really don’t have a clue. Should I hide in the shadows? Or should I step out and say I’m the weird one with no were to go!!” I shout as I flick my ocean waves over my broad shoulder.
“Oh come on Coral!” Ashley says as we turn to the ocean her skirt swishing in the slight warm breeze “You’ll find some sort of group and if you don’t just say the word and I’ll be by your side faster that you could say friend!” Ashley gives me a wink and jogs along the golden sands of Seashell Bay.