Young Writers Society

Elle smiles slightly in the fading light. Was it the labret ring, the small cut on her cheek, or the way her eyes seemed to settle on someone, strangely still? The light was disappearing over the ocean, so it was difficult to see their faces.

"If you don't want to..."

Ari put the picture back in his pocket, and kneeled down to play with the dog that was bounding towards him.

She looks round to see where her dog went to, and sees a man with a gun on his back pet her dog, her heart stops, a man with a gun, kneeling down to her beloved Molly? Ha, no chance.

"Molly! Here NOW!!" She calls,

But of course, the stupid dog as she is, Molly carries on playing with the man, getting a stick and trying to shove it into the mans hand. She looks back at the girl with the bottle and smiles.

"I'll come, if they two come as well, I hate going to parties and such by my self," She answers,

She looks at the other two with a small puppy dog look on her face. Before she would go to the party she would be able to drop off her dog at her house, it wasn't far actually, it near the beach houses. She could drop it off and get away from the man. Her dad had always said never to trust a guy with a gun, even if he's a solider or what ever.

The dog kept shoving a stick into Ari's hand. As it did so, it noticed it wasn't a stray, as he'd originally thought. He noticed the collar. He moved his hand along the collar to find its tags, and found them, and noticed they were in English.

"Heh. Must be a tourists' dog. Good thing I took English in school," he thought to himself, as he read the tags.

"C'mon, Molly," he said, "lets go find your owners."
At this moment he noticed a cluster of kids slightly younger than he was, and one of whom was glancing around frantically. He walked towards them and called, "Excuse me, is this your dog?"

Emma stares at the man, who is with her dog Molly. She nods taking in Molly, holding onto her collar to put on her lead.

"Erm.. Yeah," She answers the guy,

"How long have you had her?" the girl asks suddenly.

The girl usually doesn't like crowds, but these people aren't making her uneasy. A quick glance at the disappearing sun tells her she doesn't have long.

Hawk, just so you know you're only supposed to write what your character says and then wait for the other people to write what their characters say.

The blond boy glances at the military guy, then turns back and spits in the sand. He looks back at the girls and shrugs.

"I wouldn't mind going to that party."

Emma smiles, happy that she isn't really going alone, she takes a glance at the man with the gun and up the hilly part of the beach where her house stands near by

"I need to drop Molly off at my house, is that ok?" She asks,

The girl is feeling rebellious. She's sneaked out, smoked, and talked to people her parents would definitely not approve of.

"You guys want to?" she asks the group, then sets off in the direction of the party without waiting for an answer.

"I.. Erm.. I'll be right back!" She says,

Emma then runs up the hilly bit, past the party area with her dog running ahead of her. Two minutes later she is back, puffed out by running, in her hand is some money and a twix, already the first chocolate bar is gone from the packet. Of course she'd need chocolate and money, she didn't even bother telling her family where she went, her mum didn't really care. And she never has. She looks and sees that the girl with the blond haired guy had walked up to the party bit. She glances at the blond guy and the other girl.

"Come on then!" She says,

"You guys aren't from around here are you," Ari asks, smiling slightly. "These beach parties are okay, but they usually get busted by eight o clock," he said to the group of teenagers. "Erm, hi, my name's Ari ben-Ami, but my freinds call me Ari. What's you're names?" He extends his free hand out in a handshake gesture.

A short kid of about thirteen grabs the outstretched hand and shakes it enthusiastically. "Hi, I'm Joe Dartman, and this pretty little lady next to me is Johanna," he says, still shaking Ari's hand. after Ari gets his hand free she says "pleased to meet you."

I kno, new paragraph for a new speaker but... and i kno one character as well.

"Pleased to meet you, Joe, Johanna," Ari said enthusiastically. "Where are you from? I know you aren't locals," Ari said smiling. Ari pulls the pack of Marlboros out of his fatigues pocket and offers to the others before he takes another for himself and lights it.

Watching the group of people is the middle-aged man, except now he is hidden behind a huge tuft of grass which is bordering the beach. His eyes wander between the individuals, before he identifies his subject. Snapping a mini digital camera out of his watertight bag, he hurriedly takes a picture.

Personally he feels sorry for the girl. How would she react if she found out that her mother had a private detective following her? At least he'd have some proof now, that he had been following her. Boy was that woman hard to please...