Westley walked across the soft sand in her bare feet. Her light pink flip-flops were in hand, her head down looking at her feet. The waves crashing in the background was soothing and could calm and cluttered head. She wore white shorts and a light pink t-shirt. Her straight white blond hair sat lightly on her shoulders. She lifted her head. The morning air was crips and freash, like a new bag of potato chips. She made her way away from the salty water and sat on the sand watching the sun lift from it's hiding spot. Thinking about what the rest of the day held, a sigh escapeed her. Boredom, thats what overcame the young teen. Everything was just so calm, it was nice to take a break from the drama.

Westley watched the waves follow the rise and fall motion over and over. Never stopping, never staying in one spot. She pulled her knees tightly close to her chest, resting her head on them. Looking across the beach, she spotted movement. A girl, walking along the sand as she had before. The wind blew softly against her skin. Her hair whipped her face, and she moved it away quickly with one quick swipe of a hand. The beach was so empty this morning, usually there were so many people wandering around that you could easily get lost.


Westley got up and picked up the shoes in one hand while her other dangled on her arm. Waking slowly across the warm, now sun touched sand, she made her way toward the other girl, not saying anything just yet.

The sand was hard to walk in, so it took her a while to catch up to the stranger. When she did, she didn't stop, but walk backwards. "Hi. I'm Westley." Her words came out smoothly. Her high pitched voice had a somewhat strong accent hidden within it.

(Sorry about the length, I'm doing a project a the moment for history.)