Creative Writing - Beach Holiday

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Creative Writing - Beach Holiday

By | July 2007
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So here I am walking down to the beach on one hot blazing day, must be another beautiful day in Laguna. I have lived here since I was about three years old and from what I can remember there have been have been no signs what so ever about sharks, shark nets and shark attacks being here.

I see lots of beach huts with their own distinctive shapes and smell about them. The sea is water is so clear it is blue, pure blue. I have not seen anything like this in all the time I have lived here. There are also lots of people of all different shapes and sizes and most of them are out in the fresh sea water.

I can hear many different sounds like seagulls squawking and lots of people laughing, screaming and shouting with so much excitement. I can feel the golden yellow sand brushing against my feet with every sand grain hitting my leg. I found out how cold the sea is the hard way when she accidentally splashed me.

Around me there are lots of children digging holes burying themselves and making sand castles with moats going around the outside of the sand castles.

As I look in to the horizon I can see lots of families playing with lidos, rubber rings also I can see a bunch of collage girls and boys often referred to as jocks playing a big game of water polo to me it looks like it is boys against girls.

In the distance I can see my friend who is meeting me here her name is Kyndra she is quite tall about five feet eleven inches she also has long golden blond hair. Today she is wearing and blue headband with a beaded pattern with a cross on it since she loves crosses and another obvious reason is that she is Christian, she is sixteen years old and also wearing a bathing suit with a blue top over it and a pair of blue and white denim jeans. Also in the distance I can see my ex-best friend Jessica, she has alienated me ever since I have got closer to Kyndra since she used to date a guy named Cameron and Kyndra went out with him. She has brown air down to her shoulders...