Post by sheryl on Nov 6, 2012 19:26:06 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5STKF.png), bTable][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #e2e2e2;] [/style] [style=font: 12px mistral; color: #e2e2e2; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px;]it could be wrong, could be wrong,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 18px bradley hand itc tt; color: #1c191a; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); text-transform: uppercase;]THIS IS OUT OF CONTROL[/style] [style=float: left; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg); height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Georgia; color: #1c191a; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Time Stamp: April 7, midday/afternoon Words: 877 Notes: My posts aren't normally this long, its just a ton of rambling and you should just skip to the bottom Most parents were stingy old people who didn't put fun before anything else ever. It was always homework or schoolwork or something-else-not-fun that came before having a simple good time, and naturally as a kid, Sherry was no fan of that. Which was absolutely fine because her parents were absolutely not like that! She could rationally balance out important things and fun, and as long as things didn't get out of control (they haven't yet!), Mom nor Dad minded putting aside boring stuff for a few days of family activities. Namely, they were taking a trip to Venice Beach, and it was an all day trip! Sure she had a project to do, and a bit of homework, but the project wasn't due until Thursday and homework was easy-peasy to do all on Sunday. So basically it was no problem! A grin stretching seemingly from ear to ear across the fourteen year old's face, her and her parents had just arrived at the sparkling shore. Flinging the car door open, the small girl made a beeline for the sand, a floppy sun hat atop her head and a sundress lightly flapping in the breeze. "Sheryl!" Her mom's voice made the small girl grind to a halt, and she twisted her head around to look over her shoulder. "Come back here and wait a moment!" Pausing and giving it a second of thought, Sherry called back. "The beach is just over there! I'll be fine, and get there quick to wait for you on the sand. I can even scope out the perfect place to set up towels while I'm at it!" Not waiting for a response (she knew what it would be anyways), the girl dashed on ahead, sure she was going to make it just fine. Who wanted to wait to get to the beach? Not her! "Sheryl-" "And I told you I wanna be called 'Sherry' from now on!" Changing to a nickname couldn't really be so hard, could it? The kids at school were learning and getting used to it, but her parents seemed to let this particular request fly right over their heads. Jeez, adults. Holding back a sigh, Sherry narrowed her eyes in focus as the sandy spread was growing nearer and nearer. "Almost there..." "Haha! Made it!" Throwing her arms up in the air in victory the momen her feet touched the soft beach shore, she felt unquestionably excstatic. Today was going to be so much fun! Blue eyes scanning the numerous beach dwellers dotted across the sand, a handful of vacant areas stuck out and were noted. Then, she spun around and waved her hand high in the air to notify her parents of her location. The two Harrisons were slowly approaching, an umbrella slung over Sherry's dad's shoulder, and a giant beach bag over her mom's. When they reached their daughter, Sherry could almost see the reprimand in their eyes. "Sheryl, it's dangerous to just go running off on your own. What if something happened to you?" Her father's tone wasn't angry, but rather exasperated and maybe somewhat annoyed. Crossing her arms and pointedly turning her head to the side, mouth in a small frown, the eighth grader said nothing. Silence fell for a moment, until she spoke up. "I want to be called Sherry." |
Her mother sighed, "Sheryl..." Noting the girl's unmoving position, "Sherry." She looked back at her parents. "You can't just run off all the time. Something could happen to you."
Yeah, of course she knew that. They didn't waste a single moment not reminding her about safety and other things related. But still...the beach wasn't far away, they could still see her.
"But we can manage a set up on our own. Go play if you want, and come find us when you're ready for lunch." At this, her brooding expression morphed back to instant excitement.
"Alright! Thanks!" And with that she was gone. Heading generally towards the ocean, the small girl paused a little ways before she reached the water. "Hmm...should I go to the waves first or build something like a sand castle?"[/color] Sure she had a dress on, but her bathing suit was under it, and she wasn't planning to go swimming just yet. Though sandcastles were tempting...
Eyes roaming across the surface of the beach, one thing caught her eye immediately. Dashing towards a clump of seaweed, she immediately stretched it over her upper lip.
"Seaweed mustache!" The idea popped right into her head the moment she spotted it, and the idea was just so silly it was fun! Giggling like mad, if she wondered what she must look like with a seaweed mustache. Maybe someone could mistake her for a guy? How funny that would be! Movement attracting Sherry's attention from the corner of her eye, an idea formed in her head. Brightening up, she rushed over to whoever was there without hesitation.
"Hey hey! Wanna seaweed mustache? Look look it's funny!" Proudly displaying her fake "facial hair", she added, "Do you think I could be mistaken for a boy?"[/color]
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