notebookwriter
08-26-2011, 06:30 PM
"Why don't we go for a walk?"
"That's a horrible idea," Amy replied.
"Come on," James pleaded.
"Fine," April said, defeated.
They walked down the boardwalk onto the beach receiving the suspicious looks from the consolers and teens. They were at one of Charleston's many beaches for their summer church retreat. The sun would beam down on the large beach house and beach with sharp but beautiful rays. During the night the beach was total darkness only pierced by the flash lights of excited crap hunters.
This dark beach is what James and Amy now descended onto. The laughs and smiles rose as they walked past, but only from those who knew of the one sided relationship. They walked down the beach, James leading her away from the flashlights. The small beach area was closed in by two rows of wooden pillions. This was considered the boundary for the retreaters and was shared by four other beach houses.
James stopped at the boundary and turned onto April. She stepped back surprised, but she had expected this. He had been following her incessantly and she hadn't had a moment to herself the entire week. She knew he would advance and she had prepared for this moment.
"We need to talk," she said sternly.
"About what?" he said lustfully, his eyes growing wide.
"I don't like you," she replied angrily into the dark.
His chin dropped a little, and sorrow shot through his system.
"In fact, I don't like any of the guys who are following me, its kind of annoying," she continued gaining speed.
"Ok," he stammered.
"I came to this retreat to have fun and meet the people Im spending the rest of high school with," everything came to a dead stop.
"Oh, ok," his head dropped.
She returned to the house, with her head held high, she had stood up for herself and was proud. He followed lazily behind her, head dropped and eyes drooping. Everyone knew what had happened, he had been shot down like a plane. Someone invited him to a game of cards, to soften the landing.
"That's a horrible idea," Amy replied.
"Come on," James pleaded.
"Fine," April said, defeated.
They walked down the boardwalk onto the beach receiving the suspicious looks from the consolers and teens. They were at one of Charleston's many beaches for their summer church retreat. The sun would beam down on the large beach house and beach with sharp but beautiful rays. During the night the beach was total darkness only pierced by the flash lights of excited crap hunters.
This dark beach is what James and Amy now descended onto. The laughs and smiles rose as they walked past, but only from those who knew of the one sided relationship. They walked down the beach, James leading her away from the flashlights. The small beach area was closed in by two rows of wooden pillions. This was considered the boundary for the retreaters and was shared by four other beach houses.
James stopped at the boundary and turned onto April. She stepped back surprised, but she had expected this. He had been following her incessantly and she hadn't had a moment to herself the entire week. She knew he would advance and she had prepared for this moment.
"We need to talk," she said sternly.
"About what?" he said lustfully, his eyes growing wide.
"I don't like you," she replied angrily into the dark.
His chin dropped a little, and sorrow shot through his system.
"In fact, I don't like any of the guys who are following me, its kind of annoying," she continued gaining speed.
"Ok," he stammered.
"I came to this retreat to have fun and meet the people Im spending the rest of high school with," everything came to a dead stop.
"Oh, ok," his head dropped.
She returned to the house, with her head held high, she had stood up for herself and was proud. He followed lazily behind her, head dropped and eyes drooping. Everyone knew what had happened, he had been shot down like a plane. Someone invited him to a game of cards, to soften the landing.