Post by Helena Way on May 29, 2007 14:17:26 GMT -5
You weren’t suppose to be at the beach at night, were you? Oh well, Helena didn’t know for sure, and she didn’t care either. It’s just a beach, and at night it’s quiet. At night it’s calm and peaceful. Something, when she was in the mood, Helena liked. It just so happened to be, that Helena was in the mood for quietness. It didn’t come that often, but when it did, most people were thankful. Since she seemed to talk a lot, and ramble on and on about nothing, and talk really fast. Especially when she was excited or nervous.[/blockquote]
To Helena, the beach looked best at night. With the sand cold, and the waves coming onto the shore. She just wished there weren’t so many lights from the city, that way she could see more stars. But you can’t get everything you want. It’s hard to get anything you want half the time anyway. The waves came up onto the beach at a steady pace, back and forth, back and forth, for now at least. Helena lay in the sand, looking up at the sky. She had been at the beach all day, with her song folder and art pad. Of course along with pencil and pen. Her hair was black with light blue streaks in it now. Since she had been at the beach, she had a swimsuit on underneath her clothes, but she hadn’t been in the water much at all. Overtop of her swimsuit was a white tank top, and black shorts. Her hair was tied into ponytails at the base of her neck.
The water came up, splashing the shore, and almost hitting Helena’s stuff. Quickly, Helena sat up, moving her things so that they would get wet. She had drawn a few new pictures today, one of the ocean, one of someone being killed, and another of a heart with a rose across it, but a knife going through it. Like any artist, she didn’t want to lose her work by it getting wet. Why she was on the beach then, who knows. But she was. Though, she also didn’t want her song folder to get wet. It held every poem/song she had ever written, and she had written 5 new ones today. The beach had given her inspiration, and for her it was a good place to think.
For once, all day, Helena hadn’t hugged anyone. But, if anyone had spoken to her she hadn’t noticed. She had been to absorbed in what she was doing all day to notice anything else. Same now, somewhere in the back of her mind she heard footsteps, but she was too busy re-reading her new songs and editing them to notice it at all.
