May 27, 2024 12:24:28 GMT
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I'd never given much though to how I would die. But dying in place of someone I love, seems like a good way to go.
An ugly heat wave seemed to be hitting the United Kingdom, and Hickstead was not spared from it. Anastasia Cavellier was dying, and the house she shared with her newfound mother was not cutting it. So instead of hanging out at home to melt, she decided to head down to the beach to cool off. While Beth seemed hesitant at first, the teenager managed to spin it in a way that it sounded safe - nevermind that she didn't know how to swim. She'd stay at the edge, and wouldn't go deep into the water. What was the worst thing that could happen? Nothing, that's what.
The beach shockingly, didn't seem too crowded, but either she had gotten there early before the rest of the crowds, or they preferred to stay inside with their ice cubes rather than find a more fun way to cool off. The fifteen year old could feel the sun already beating down upon her though, so she was quick to dump her bag and towel unceremoniously on the sand before stripping down to her bikini. For a moment, Ana felt odd, exposed. Her blue eyes darted around, where their creepy people about? Nobody seemed to be paying her any mind though, and the fifteen year old relaxed. With that, she awkwardly jogged to the water's edge now, sticking a toe in before wadding in more.
Did she look like an american baywatch babe? Or did she just look like the gangly fifteen year old that she was? Ana couldn't decide - what did she want anyways? Both sounded ideal - sexy and curvy, to be wanted, or awkward and gangly, to repel. Step by step, she went in further and further as the waves beckoned her like a siren song, and her cascading 90 kilometer a minute thoughts paid no attention to the crashing waves. There were far more important things on her mind like -- "Achk!" Seaweed wrapped her, causing her to balk at the unexpected feeling that hit her legs, causing her to topple over as a wave surged and pulled her back.
She tumbled in the strong waves, being ripped out to sea when a thought occured to Ana - she didn't know how to fucking swim. Her hands and arms waved wildly, "Help! Help! I can't-" But just like that, she was pulled back under, the waves beating her as she hit something with her head. The pain was awful, black spots danced across his eyes as she clawed at nothing but bubbles and liquid - panic seizing her even more now than before. Was she going to die? Did she literally escape her horrible father, no, wait, Dr. Robinson, and be reunited with her mother only to die in the ocean?
thanks aofie!The beach shockingly, didn't seem too crowded, but either she had gotten there early before the rest of the crowds, or they preferred to stay inside with their ice cubes rather than find a more fun way to cool off. The fifteen year old could feel the sun already beating down upon her though, so she was quick to dump her bag and towel unceremoniously on the sand before stripping down to her bikini. For a moment, Ana felt odd, exposed. Her blue eyes darted around, where their creepy people about? Nobody seemed to be paying her any mind though, and the fifteen year old relaxed. With that, she awkwardly jogged to the water's edge now, sticking a toe in before wadding in more.
Did she look like an american baywatch babe? Or did she just look like the gangly fifteen year old that she was? Ana couldn't decide - what did she want anyways? Both sounded ideal - sexy and curvy, to be wanted, or awkward and gangly, to repel. Step by step, she went in further and further as the waves beckoned her like a siren song, and her cascading 90 kilometer a minute thoughts paid no attention to the crashing waves. There were far more important things on her mind like -- "Achk!" Seaweed wrapped her, causing her to balk at the unexpected feeling that hit her legs, causing her to topple over as a wave surged and pulled her back.
She tumbled in the strong waves, being ripped out to sea when a thought occured to Ana - she didn't know how to fucking swim. Her hands and arms waved wildly, "Help! Help! I can't-" But just like that, she was pulled back under, the waves beating her as she hit something with her head. The pain was awful, black spots danced across his eyes as she clawed at nothing but bubbles and liquid - panic seizing her even more now than before. Was she going to die? Did she literally escape her horrible father, no, wait, Dr. Robinson, and be reunited with her mother only to die in the ocean?
july 2024 • ELODIE BLOOM WHITLOCK
