Her First Wave

The brisk wind played with Shannon's long, wet, blonde hair.  The scorching sun beamed down on her as seagulls squaked from the boardwalk.  A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead as she strapped her surfboard to her ankle.  Shannon could feel the salty sea spray hit her face when she stepped into the sparkling blue ocean.  The constant crash of the waves caused her stomach to knot.  The wave was comming closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger as she climed onto her board.  "And... Now!" Her instructor shouted.  With a rust of adrenaline, Shannon stood up and rode her first wave.

The Perfect Morning

She opened her eyes to the smell of cinnamon buns.  A breeze slid through her open window and played with her hair.  Somewhere nearby, a bird chirped excitedly about the rising sun.  She sunk back into her pillows and watched the rays of sun dance along her floor.  As the light spread across the sky, she could feel the warmth of it on her face.

SKY DIVING

She jumped out of the plane screaming with delight as her stomach dropped.  "She was free!" she thought as the wind whipped thought her hair.  She could bearly keep her eyes open from all of the wind in her face.  She was plummeting toward the earth rapidly.  The far off dots of towns zoomed closer at an alarming rate.  "15 more seconds before I pull it." she thought excitedly.  She felt like a raindrop falling out of the sky.  "And... NOW!"  *POOF!*  The plummeting stopped, the whistling stopped, everything just stopped.  She looked around.  She could see a flock of birds down and to her left.  They were motionless.  She then looked straight down to the farmland below her.  A tiny tractor was stuck in the middle of the field it was plowing.  Something was wrong, very wrong.  Everything was frozen.  It was dead silent, eerily silent.  She was in midair a good number of miles above the earth.  "How can this be?" she thought.  "Maybe time stopped..."


"Why doesn't it affect her?" you may ask...  Find out soon!



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The Good Old Days

When you are young you believe anything.  You think that superhero capes can make you fly and a magic wand can do magic.  You play pretend and you have play dates every other day.  You don't have to take hard tests or write essays or get up early.  You always believe in yourself no matter what, and sometimes a little too much.  You don't have a care in the world.  You play games and sing songs in preschool and run around during recess.  You don't have to worry about any terrorist attacks or car accidents or robberies.  Your parents do all of that for you, so you can live the care free life of being a kid.  Sometimes I wish I could go back to that old way of life, just to get away from the crazy, hectic, schoolwork filled days.  Don't you?