Rosalie: No-one Can Be Bothered, Not That I Blame Them...

I sat on the beach after Trixie disappearing, and had been loosing track of time quickly. The  last time Trixie was here was morning and it' least sunset. 

I felt Carter standing behind me, but ignored him. No-one would be looking for me, no-one could be bothered. 

I sighed, rolling up my jeans and yanking off my t-shirt so my vest top stuck my skin, I jumped into the sea and stayed there for as long as I could. Until my toes began to wrinkle. 

Carter stayed on the beach. Which irritated me a little. He didn't want me, so why was her here? I got out of the water and walked up towards him, wiping my face with my hands.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked him.

"A beach girl." he shook his head. 

"Urm...there's quite a few. I believe I'm the only girl on the beach at the moment but I don't think it's me. It'll be a while before anyone leaves Trixie so i'd go back to bed and someone will be here in the morning." I began to walk away, "Have a nice night."

The End

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