Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 29, 2006 17:39:11 GMT -5
Gabrielle pulled up to the beach and climbed out of her mother's car. She had left without asking, but Donatella was too busy working to notice. Ah, well, she thought to herself, she can't get too mad at me. After all, we've been here a month and I only leave the house to go to school.
She slammed the car door, but as she tried to walk away, she felt a tug. Looking down, she realized her floor-length black, frilly skirt was stuck in the door. "Yay," she muttered to herself. She opened the door again and pulled out her skirt.
She made her way down the beach, gazing out at the darkening sky. The sky was a multitude of red, purples, and blues. She had never seen such a beautiful sunset before, but maybe that's because she never took the oportunity to look at one.
I should come out here more often, she thought, An hour isn't really that bad of a drive... and it's so peaceful now. There's almost nobody here.
She inhaled, taking in the salty air. It almost made her cough.
She sat down on the beach, her hem of her skirt touching the waves as the tide started to come in. The skirt was going to be forever ruined by the water, but she didn't care. It was just one skirt... and the cold water actually felt a little good.
She flopped down onto her back, her long, dark hair mingling with the sand. It would take her forever to untangle it later, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the peace.
In the distance, she heard the violent waves crashing against the rocks of the cliffs. The peaceful sound mingled with the chirping of birds and insects. It was almost like those tapes her mom had bought her to calm her down at night, to fight off the nightmares. "These are supposed to calm you," Donatella said, "therapists use them all the time."
This is better. Gabrielle thought, drifting off.
She slammed the car door, but as she tried to walk away, she felt a tug. Looking down, she realized her floor-length black, frilly skirt was stuck in the door. "Yay," she muttered to herself. She opened the door again and pulled out her skirt.
She made her way down the beach, gazing out at the darkening sky. The sky was a multitude of red, purples, and blues. She had never seen such a beautiful sunset before, but maybe that's because she never took the oportunity to look at one.
I should come out here more often, she thought, An hour isn't really that bad of a drive... and it's so peaceful now. There's almost nobody here.
She inhaled, taking in the salty air. It almost made her cough.
She sat down on the beach, her hem of her skirt touching the waves as the tide started to come in. The skirt was going to be forever ruined by the water, but she didn't care. It was just one skirt... and the cold water actually felt a little good.
She flopped down onto her back, her long, dark hair mingling with the sand. It would take her forever to untangle it later, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the peace.
In the distance, she heard the violent waves crashing against the rocks of the cliffs. The peaceful sound mingled with the chirping of birds and insects. It was almost like those tapes her mom had bought her to calm her down at night, to fight off the nightmares. "These are supposed to calm you," Donatella said, "therapists use them all the time."
This is better. Gabrielle thought, drifting off.