Post by JEREMY CLAYTON MARCHEL on Apr 27, 2013 12:01:59 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,.
( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
[/size][/font]Sunlight danced on the gravel path Jeremy was following, as it glimmered through the rustling green leaves above him. He sucked in a long breath of the fresh air that was free of any heavy humidity on the perfect summer day in Maple Hollow, Canada. For the first time in a week, there was no rain, only a few wispy clouds, and it actually felt warm enough to be October. It was barely lunchtime, but the Earth had found himself suffocating under all of the homework he had to do, so he had decided to take an early break, and escape to his secret spot that he'd discovered a few months after returning to school this semester. The cove with its small beach had been Jeremy's favorite place to escape to whenever his head started spinning with the craziness that had come to define his life.
Jeremy's legs began to pick up their pace, as the path wound down to the beach, which se could now see glimpses of, through the shrubbery. Trying not to clumsily trip over any rocks poking up, he kept his eyes cast down most of the way, until the trail leveled out again. When he got to a small clearing between two batches of bushes covered in dark pink beach roses, he paused to catch his breath. He could hear the small waves rushing over, and lapping against, the sand and pebbles on the beach. The smell of salt hovered in the air, and two dragonflies buzzed swiftly past his, in a race toward the water. A sigh of contentment passed through Jeremy's lips. He made his way onto the beach, his feet rising and falling, as the soft earth shifted with his weight.
Gulls overhead got his attention with their loud, obnoxious calls to one another, as soon as he'd left the shelter of the trees. Jeremy guessed their triumphant screeches were because one of them had caught sight of their lunch. Whether it was a crab in some nearby shallow water or they sensed the food from his home cooking sitting in the paper bag he carried, the boy wasn't sure. Just in case it was the latter, he clutched the bag a little tighter, feeling it crumple in his hand. Nobody was going to get at his grilled cheese.
