Jade Noel
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What do you expect me to be if I?m not good enough for you?
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Post by Jade Noel on Aug 25, 2008 9:41:02 GMT -5
Jade sat on the beach and looked out onto the horizon. The beach is Jade's most favorite place in the whole world, when ever she has problems and wants to be by herself, the beach is where she'll go. On this specific visit to the beach, Jade was hoping to meet new people. It hasn't been long since she's been here and she was getting agitated about not having friends here to go partying with.
She ran her hands through the fine sand pushing it into heaps. Jade made the ground flat and drew little faces in the sand. She's always been good at drawing. She stood up and took her top off and ran towards the sea in her chocolate brown bikini that suited her pale skin well. Once she got to the water she stopped and put her foot in the water, a chill went up her spine. She took the hair elastic from her hand and tied her blonde hair into a messy bun. She splashed around for awhile talked to some random dude and started walking to the shallow part. She stopped on the shore and the waves broke gently against her ankles.
The sun was beginning to set and Jade walked back to where her towel was. She sat down and took her drawing book out her rucksack. She thought her awhile tapping her pencil against her leg. Jade began drawing the sunset but eventually tossed her book beside herself when she had no energy to think or to draw. She lay on her back and watched the other people on the beach. Hmm, no one else. That sucks. She scratched around her bag and finally got her cell phone out from the depths of her bag. Oh great, and no one loves me. She closed her eyes and was drifting off to sleep when she heard voices and loud music. She turned around and squinted in towards the sun. It was a bunch of youths on the back of some pick up trucks with loud music and were clearly drunk. She stuffed everything back into her bag and put her skirt back on. She kept her towel and her shirt next to herself dawdling for extra time for the hope of someone pitching up and randomly starting to talk to her.
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