Right, this is my first story, not really a story, but i would love to hear feedback, good or bad. And also, I'm not sure whether to write more or just leave it at that. Thank you for reading(:
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The pebbles sizzled under the angry sun and threatened to burn those who dared tread on them without wearing any protective footwear. There is something different about the sea today, it seems furious at those who are here. The waves are attacking the beach and forcefully dragging pebbles back, like a bear dragging its prey back into its cave.
The heat seems to have an effect on people, it makes the old slow and weak and it gives the young energy and excitement. The beach itself is swarming with youth, laughing, socialising, and drinking. They are all crammed in close to each other, sharing their towels and their food without hesitation. But there is an exception.
A circle of free space surrounds her, about five meters each way. Her fellow age group does not embrace her into their activities as they do others, instead, they shun her, as if she’s a bad memory they do not want to remember or think of.
Unlike most who are shunned, she embraces the loneliness, in fact, and it seems as if she is the one who decided it to be this way. She simply lies there on her sapphire blue towel, ignoring the others as they ignore her. You do not see her eyes as they are concealed behind large ray bans, all you can see is the slight smile on her lips. In one hand she holds her violet iPod; she nods along to the music, slowly.
Something breaks her trance. She sits up slowly and takes her sunglasses off, pulling her earphones out at the same time. She rises quickly and looks straight out into the ocean with deep concentration on her face; the slight smile is no longer there. And before anyone close by to her can realize what it is she’s doing she breaks into a quick run, towards the ocean, her things are left on her towel, waiting for her return. People soon start to understand what’s happening, pairs of eyes follow her as she runs toward the ocean, some mutter questions while others stand to get a better view. She reaches the water and immediately breaks into an agile breast stroke. It takes her only two minutes to reach the depths of the water. Her head disappears as she dives into the water. 15 seconds pass. People really start to wake up now, some suggest a suicide, hers. But 5 seconds later, this theory is dismissed immediately as she rises with another body in her arms. And that’s when the youths start to panic, phones are rushed out and a few boys start to run to the water to help her. But by the time they get to the water’s edge she’s already halfway to the shore and the hard part of her task is over. She swims quickly back to shore, half dragging the boy she has saved. The two boys who had started swimming to her aid are now helping her with the boy; they each take an arm and fling it round their necks, carrying him to a towel. The boy coughs and looks up at her.
“How, how did you know I was out there?”
Everyone turns their attention back to her. Instead of answering him she starts walking to her belongings and packs them up, quickly putting a loose summer dress over her bikini and her sunglasses back on. Flinging her bag over one shoulder she starts to walk away, with a slight smile playing at her lips.
