At+the+beach+narrative

= **At the Beach**  =

The sun beats down on my shoulders it is warming, gradually my shoulders become hotter. I begin to sweat, as a cool drop of sweat runs down my cheek and as it settles on my shoulder I am slightly eased. Noon is fast approaching and the sun is getting brighter. The pain in my shoulders is near unbearable as they turn bright red. They are screaming at me to topple into the cooling waves. Give in I ran up the beach grabbed my surfboard and sprint into the ocean and ease my burning shoulders. All I can taste as I ride on the waves is salt from the sea and my own sweat; it makes my taste buds tingle in disgust. The sound of laughter on the beach is pierced by the screeching of the gulls over-head. Suddenly I am all alone and no laughter can be heard, deep in my thoughts I had paddled out to far. I wonder how long I have been paddling along for the beach seems at least 20 minutes away. What’s that coming towards me, a fin of a shark? Oh No! What should I do, should I scream, no one would here me. Should I swim no that would attract the shark and am to far away from the beach! These are the thoughts that race through my head as I stand here helplessly on my surfboard. I consider all the things that I know about sharks. No, no, no those all won’t work, what else. Wait if you turn a shark upside down then it will fall asleep and die. That’s it! As I jump into the water I think if this really is a good idea or if I am just getting carried away, oh it’s no use now I have to give it a try. I grab the shark and struggle for ages, eventually when I am just about to give up I give one last burst of energy, and amazingly I flip it! Holding the shark in place I begin to kill it slowly. I feel bad but it is the only way I can get back to shore. I grab my surfboard and paddle back to shore. I am greeted by my family but no one seemed to have noticed that I was gone.

By Vanessa