The Sandy Beach

I strolled in, my D1500 camera's strap over my neck, as I held my "best friend," which was my camera. There wasn't really anything or anybody to capture in a photograph right now, so I didn't snap any pictures like I usually did.

I kicked off my classic Cadillac colored Vans, which I thought were vintage style. I padded on the creaking, sandy dock, the sound of salt water lapping at its columns of rotting wood that were the legs that held the platform. I sat down at the edge, and leaned back, careful so I didn't get pulled into the royal bluish waves. I slowly took off my camera, and set it a good couple yards behind me, to my left-hand side, out of the water's reach. Then, I pulled my blonde, curly hair that desperately needed a trim, over my right shoulder. I braided it, and still it hung down a good foot-and-a-half over my chest. My bare feet ran through the waves, a breeze picking up, sending my bangs flying. I couldn't swim. I never had learned. My fingers tried to creep in through the crevices in the wooden planks for grip.

The waves started to lap faster, and stronger. Out of my peripheral vision I saw somebody walk in, and I glanced at him. While I turned around, I lost grip through the crevices in the wooden planks, and I almost slipped in. I shifted my weight to gain balance, a spark of fear in my stomach, for I had almost slipped into the water.

I realized there were more campers moving into the beach to hang out, which meant more oppurtunities. Opportunities for more "natural" pictures, which meant that the victims in the photographs did not know they were being captured on a camera, so they acted normal and natural. I thought these types of pictures were beautiful. I used many different effects, mainly ones that made the pictures more vibrant, or vintage looking. I turned around to reach for my Nikon, carefully releasing grip on the dock. A strong, fast wave approached me, lapping over me, from the chest down.

The water engulfed me, taking me down. I screamed, caught by surprise, but it was muffled out as i choked on the salty, seaweed-tasting ocean water. At least my camera was fine and i had not reached it.

"I can't-" I choked on water, and struggled to keep afloat. "Swim!" I finished. I plunged under water for a few seconds, then bobbed back up, finding it harder to breath with my throat clogged with salt water. I spotted a braided rope yards away. Maybe if that boy would grab it for me....

After my fit of coughing, I gathered myself together, and looked at the boy who had saved me. I smiled wide, and said, "Thank you back there, I can't swim! I'm Kristen, and who are you?" I asked, all happily and cheery like it was a good thing I had almost drowned. I couldn't help it, I was always bubbly and upbeat.

Commander Up wrote:Dally walked a bit closer to her, but still kept his distance. "I'm....Dally...uh..Dally..tick tock..Odair," He nervously said, not really knowing if he should run away screaming. Maybe she was a threat, this Kristen girl. He remembered the time some camper tried to kill him, which...tick tock..he shivered, trying to distract himself from the memory, as he made his mind as blank as possible. He forgot what he just said to the girl. He only remembered that her name was Kirsten, and he felt slightly drained..from doing what...? Oh, using his powers.

I ignored the fact that occasionally he would say "tick tock." Why would it matter? We all have our little habits.... "Well, it's great to meet you Dally!" I exclaimed, giving a large smile. "Oh, and I'm a daughter of Dionysus, by the way! He's not that bad, really, if you're on his good side!" I extended my arm out for him to shake, and looked past him, eying my D1500, which was a real camera, but recently I found out it was a crossbow and arrows. I itches to take pictures of the sunset behind Dally. It was a mixed swirl of a bright, sunset orange, raspberries, some pink, and some purple. Beautiful.

A burst of even bigger smiles came to my face as I blushed slightly. "Why thank you, Dally!" I said. I got up, pure white sand sticking to my knees down to my feet like glitter on skin. I swiftly regained my Nixon camera, calling out over my shoulder, "You're a handsome, kind young man yourself, Dally. You'll make one lucky girl plenty happy some day."

Dally was left standing there, like a lost puppy. "Where are you going?" He called after her, feeling quite rushed to say something. Often when he rushed, he didnt put the words tick tock in his sentences. His short brown hair just fell over his eyes, as he tried to brush it back, feeling slightly annoyed about that. His heels were dug into the white sand, which felt as smooth as a rock that was smoothed by the waves over the years.

"Just getting my Nixon! Don't want it to get lapped up by the waves, don't we now?" I called out, giggling. I swiftly scooped up my camera, standing barefooted on the swaying, wooden, dock. I bring the camera to my face, and snapped a couple quick pictures of the gorgeous sunset. A slight, cool breeze picked up, twirling the bottom of my strappy teal floral printed sundress. I took the strap of my Nixon, and hung it around my neck, the camera rested below my chest. I spun around, and hugged my soaked long sleeved grey cardigan that I wore. In a dulcet voice I said to Dally, "This camera, it's like my best friend. I take it everywhere." I smiled. I sat myself down beside him criss crossed, plucking my Cadillac colored Vans on the way.