New Zealand is a hot place in the summer, not as hot as some places but hot enough to be grateful that that most beaches are only half and hour away from wherever you happened to live.
Scotts Ferry was my favourite beach, the surrounding sand dunes were just the right height and the water just the right temperature.
As a child I would make huts and houses out of the driftwood that would wash up in the summer sands.
For whole afternoons I would be Queen Tabitha Cynthia Foxy Green, and anyone who stepped foot in my fortress would be sorry, very sorry indeed.
I was past such childish games now and instead would walk along the water’s edge, sometimes letting it lap at my ankles, and lick at my calves, I would look at the shells, their beauty making me smile, I love the purple ones the best, but would settle for the orange and white, or pink and blue
I felt almost sorry for the plain white ones, I wondered if little creature inside were teased by the majestic purple ones, whether they were judged by their outer shell just as we as people are.
I shook my head at my weird theory but picked up a handful of plain white ones and pocketed them.
The beach was completely deserted, which was strange considering how hot it was.
It was a strange feeling being somewhere where nobody could see you, nobody could hear you, I could scream at the top of my lungs, pull funny faces at the clouds or declare undying love to the nerdiest guy in the school and nobody would know.
I settled for skipping along the water’s edge singing the National Anthem to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody.
A rather large wave came and hit me, wetting the bottom of my three quarter jeans, I stood still with my eyes closed feeling the sand being pulled back with the wave, soon the water subsided to my ankles and I opened my eyes.
The first thing I saw was a worm, being pulled back into the sea by the descending wave.
The absurdity of it made me laugh out loud.
A worm!
What was a worm doing at the beach?
Getting a tan?!
That’s when I saw a seagull fly on ahead, and I wondered whether it had dropped the worm from the sky.
I imagined the worm being thrown about by the waves, spinning around helplessly, gobbled by a fish or sucked into the propellers of a boat.
I considered getting it, grabbing it out of the waters, and saving it from a certain watery death.
[don’t be stupid] I thought to myself [it’s just a worm]
I walked on for a while picking up shells, I discovered that by putting the purple ones and the white ones together made them both look beautiful, I found that weird cause my best friend was easily the prettiest girl in 4th form and when I was with her I looked terrible in comparison.
I could see a speck in the distance; it slowly morphed into a dot, then a blob and then a rather good looking boy.
I wondered whether I was everything he was looking for, whether the moment we locked eyes his heart would stop and his eyes would widen and he would grab my face and kiss me, till my lungs would scream for air, but my heart would scream for more.
Just like in a dream.
But my fantasy was shattered when he walked straight on, not even giving me a single glance.
I felt strangely rejected, even though I wasn’t expecting anything to happen.
I turned around to head back home once it hit 2 o clock, my shirt was sticking to my clammy back and I was starting to regret wearing denim.
Suddenly a wonderful idea hit me, why don’t I go for a swim?
[Because there’s no one here to get you out of any trouble you’re likely to fall into, idiot] the little voice at the back of my mind reminded me.
I ignored and splashed through the waves into the sea, it was a strange feeling swimming in jeans.
I floated on my back to see if they would make my legs sink, but a wave crashed down on my head and for a moment I was tumbling over and over underwater.
[I wonder if this is how the worm felt]
My head broke the surface mouth first, gasping for air, I looked back at the sand, marveling at how far away it was, but my marvel turned to panic once I realized I couldn’t touch the bottom.
[calm down] I told myself [let the waves carry you back]
But the next wave batted me under water again.
The surface never came back after that second wave, I turned and tumbled, head over heels, wondering whether the boy would come back and save me, whether the country would cry as they heard the death of the young girl, whether a statue would be carved and built in the car park
[don’t be stupid] I told myself [im just a little girl]
The last thing I saw before blackness engulfed my vision was little purple and white shells falling out of my pocket, gently spiraling down to the sandy sea bed.
They were all so beautiful.
[even the white ones]
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