I squint my eyes as the rising sun peaks behind my window curtains. I rise up from under the covers. The natural light becoming stronger and more blinding to endure. I throw on some shorts and a t-shirt and slowly open my bedroom door, revealing the rest of the 1st floor. I tip-toe out, not wanting to disturb anyone for it was only 7 a.m. I quietly open the sliding glass door, revealing the white porch deck and the ocean just beyond it.

I close the door behind me and take the shortcut around the back. As I made it through the gate, I immediately took off my shoes and ran. Having no idea where I was taking myself, I ran until my feet turned red and sore. It took me awhile to realize I was heading towards the boardwalk. 

I don’t know why, but I always do this to myself. I put myself in so much torture as I watch them, watch them in amazement, seeing all that they could do. I’m always waiting, waiting for them to notice me, but it hasn’t happened yet. Taking a deep breath, I start to walk over to where they were sitting, until I stop and realize what I’m doing. What am I thinking? I’m nobody. Why would anyone want to hang out with a “nobody?” 

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I'm still adding to this (& I'll probably take out a few things. ) It's a story about a girl who just moved near the beach (well practically ON the beach) & is intrigued by these people (well teens) [which you can probably tell by the title of what they do] so I'm going to try & make this work ... it was just a random thought I got today & I'm deciding to flow with it! ... I'll be open for people to help but not just yet ... I need to see where I can take it & then if I feel I don't know what to do with it I'll let people join in! :)

updated Aug 4 '10 by BritJFlax