Floating Camera

Angelo was sitting in the sand on top of his beach towel that he had spread out, he was burying his hands under the sand and bringing them back up to watch how the sand sifted out of his fingers. He was in Florida on vacation with his family for summer break, there was a month left until Angelo–and his siblings–had to go back to school. He didn't mind school, but he also doesn't like it, there was always too much work to do in such little time, he just hopes he doesn't get homework on the first day of school, he despises teachers who do such acts.

He started doodling in the sand with his finger, he was not about to get up and search the beach top and bottom for a dumb stick when he could use his finger. The drawing he made was of some strange battle between some alien looking creature, and… he didn't know what the other thing was…(he just decided it was another alien). He continued making doodles of them, the battle kept on. In the end they both suffered a terrible death. He rubbed the drawings away with his hands, sand filling in the indents of the drawings he had made previously with his finger.

He rose from his spot, he picked up his goggles. “Mom, I’m gonna go for a swim,” he pointed to the water as he called out to his mom. His mom wore a blue swim dress that his sister had called ‘Beautiful!’ She had a tanned complexion, which was darker from how much they were in the sun. She had green-blue eyes, and dark brown hair, she dyed it to hide strands of white hair she had from the stress of raising four children. She was attending to his baby brother–Byrson who was like a clone of his dad–who was trying to eat his sandcastle. “Oh, that’s fine honey! Just stay where dad can see you,” she replied cheerfully, a smile on her face.

“Darick!” she called out to his dad, “Angelo is going for a swim, watch him please!” his dad waved over, “Alright honey! And Gia, we're still having that talk later right!” he asked, to which mom nodded. His dad is a man with a paler complexion than his mom, if he didn't have lots of sunscreen on he would be a tomato, he was wearing blue swim trunks that matched the swim dress mom had on. He had dark brown eyes, and usually always had a clean shave but he had some pricks today, he had dirty blond hair and always had a short haircut too, it was close to a buzz but not really. At the ends of his hair there was white hair but most of it blended in, and he didn't really mind his white hair from what Angelo could tell.

Angelo strapped on his goggles and headed over to his dad, as doing so he had to step over his older sister–Jovie who was a mix of mom and dad, like Brett–who was sunbathing, he kicked some sand her way to which she did the same. He looked back quickly, Jovie had a small smile on her face before settling back again, seeing that made him smile brightly. His older brother Brett was playing soccer with some boys he made friends with, and from all the yelling that could be heard, Brett’s team was winning.

He made his way over to his dad, when they got there his dad was the first person to run to the water once they had set down their stuff. He had been swimming and collecting seashells that he kept giving to mom. Sometimes he thinks his dad forgets he’s an adult most times. Thinking now, he wonders what his dad meant by him asking mom if they were still having that talk, he’ll just listen in on them best he can from the staircase in the house.

While swimming with his dad, something caught his eye, whatever it was it was wrapped all up in seaweed. Out of curiosity, he grabbed it and rose up from the water, and started to exit the water, his dad followed.

“What's that kid?” questioned his dad, he seemed to loom over Angelo as he was now sitting in the sand. Angelo shrugged, to be honest, he didn't know what he grabbed, just that it was covered in lots of seaweed.

“Can I take it home? I wanna unwrap it there,” he kept looking at it trying to find a way to jam his finger somewhere in it and unwrap it. His dad nodded to his question, it seemed he was just as interested in the seaweed ball.

He walked over to his towel that he had laid out, his bag was next to it and he knew he had a little plastic baggie that he could put it in. He tossed it on the towel, and that seemed to cause it to begin to unravel. He disregarded the bag and started pulling the seaweed off. The seaweed smelled horrible. He got all the seaweed off. What it was had confused and shocked him. 

It was a GoPro camera..