Post by Zoey on Aug 22, 2009 19:37:30 GMT -5
Zoey stood on the balcony of the lighthouse in an old pair of jean shorty-shorts and a too big t-shirt advertising an irish pub. She looked down into the dark waters. How long had it last been since she had swam? Being a girl from the coast swimming had always been a part of her life. Now she had a chance to enjoy herself. She took one last look at the rocks that she would have to be careful too avoid, then dove into the waters. Her hands split the water and she barely made a sound. She same back up, pushing her hair back.
