Much Ado About Nothing

I sit on the steps of my scool near my class.The footfalls of my classmates fading slowly into the silence.It’s quiet now,and the only sounds I can hear are the water fountain buzzing away,just like the bunny in the energizer commerical.I look and the ground seems to me like a scrap book of the day,even though  it just started.I see a food wrapper from the french toat we had this morning,and a pencil someone had dropped,on thier way to their first class.I smell the school smell.The smell of pencil shavings mixed with a hint of paste and with a slight undercurrent of pen ink.Not a veary enticing aroma,and yet a familiar one,one that has been with me since kindergarden( although the paste smell was a lot stronger).As i sit quietly and think,notice,accept just being her,thoughts and wories assail me .Will i get a good grade on the test next peiod? Did i finish my french homework?I quiet them down and then a new thohght comes to me.There is no better place to be than here.

My favorit place on the planet earth would have to be the beach in florida.The pale blue sky gives a sharp contrast to the glossy tuqouise water below shining like a blue marble.The sun glints overhead and it makes the water sparkle as if 10000 shiny new pennies where concealed beneath it’s depths.I run twords the blaze of the hot sun on the sand creates a scalding floor for my bare feet to walk on.I take no notice the water has attracted me,calls to me.I run on finnally reaching the water’s edge,drawing a sharp beath as icy relief spreads thu my foot veins.I enjoy watching the little shore birds who skuttle in and out from the water picking up bits of food as they go.They communicate with each other in little tweets and caws that sound as if they’re laughing.It always makes me wonder if one of them told a hilarious joke.Then pow before i know it i’m upside down in the wate white foam washing in and over me ,like a washing machine does to cloths.I finally come up for air ,coughing and spluttering.The taste ,and smell of salt lingers in my mouth for a while.I seize my chance and swim out to ride the waves where this ocean is a little kitten at play and not a feirce jungle cat trying to catch it’s prey.When the day is over i come out looking as if someone genetically combined my dna with that of a raisin.I wrap myself up in a towel and walk across the sand( no longer hot as the sun has almost set).I get in my car and contemplate a saturday well spent.

I just checked out a book called under a war torn sky.it’s historical fiction,248 pages and written by L.M,Elliot.i’ve only read a couple of pages but i really like it because it has action right from the first word.I chose it because i like adventure and i thought that the book looke interesting from the front flap.

Wow,a wold outside of school.I never knew that it existed.Ialwaysthought the world froze when Iwalked in the doors of the school,and started again when i left them.The cars are rushing by on the road.Iwonder where they’re giong,probably soewhere important.They zip along so fast ,it seems that whatever the’re doing is a matter of life or death.The trees that frame my view of the road are tall and old,probably ther before the school was built during the great depression.Alight breeze whips my hair ,and the grass,creating a mini wave as it sweeps down the hill.The sun is shining,but it’s col.The bright light give the scene an air of haapiness and contentment.I hear crickets chirping,and cars roaring by.Well,ther you have it ,a rare view into the outside wold while school is going on.A window int a diffrent world.

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