by Fizzlebee » Sat May 14, 2011 7:21 am
To outsiders, we must have looked like a sad bunch. Ben's wild hair was sticking up everywhere; Morgan's amber hair was sticking to her face and her Michael-Jackson-style hat was soaked. Joey's usually straight hair was now plastered on his forehead, while my toffee-colored hair was so wet that it looked dark brown. Kristen's dark curls were drooping, and Anna's hair was falling out of her ponytail. It was all thanks to Bruce, and Ben, I guess. The thing is we weren't upset, but so amused that when Anna started laughing, no body could keep from letting out a giggle. There's something about our akward situation that makes it so funny. Maybe that's because your friends are with you. Thing is, we barely know each other, yet here we are,dying from laughter. That is, until they appeared. Two guards, in their black uniforms, marched by, rifles in hand. Everyone on the beach stopped moving and talking. Nothing happened, the guards just walked by, but they brought us back to the mysteries of our school. Then there was the issue of having to go to school tomorrow. Luckily, due to small classes, school was only five hours. A nudge from Morgan brought back my attention, as she pointed to the others, who were getting up.