Spring Break
By: Quinn
The tiny rocks stabbing me. The Demons hiding in the water. Some Demons waiting on the tiny rocks, preparing to sting you unexpectedly. Your ice cream falls onto the sharp tiny rocks. The sun burning you to a crisp, until you are a pile of ashes. It starts to rain and storm clouds fill the sky.
I will always love the beach. Even if it does all these things to me. Every summer I visit it. East or West. It doesn't matter. It's always the best location for me. Do you like the beach?
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