The cold, salty air hit my face, droplets flying from the waves far below. I breathed in huge gulps of air, the scent bringing back memories of endless hours spent at the beach. Below me, the sheer cliffs opened into churning crystal-clear water, seeming devoid of all life. But I knew better. I clasped my hand together and jumped off, twisting into a graceful dive. Wind whistled in my ears as the beautiful, clear water came closer, and closer, until my body pierced the water like a spear, the biting cold of the Pacific Ocean shocking my limbs stiff for only a moment, before my head broke the water, gasping in great lungfuls of air. I flipped my head back under, disappearing beneath the endless blue sea. Dots of color began to appear, until I arrived at the busy coral reef, bursting with every color of the rainbow, and then some. Hours flew by as I twisted and turned, scattering huge schools of any and every kind of fish, running my hands over the smooth skin of handsome Bottle-nose Dolphins. Eventually, I trudged out of the water, my tan skin glistening like liquid bronze in the late morning sun. I shook my hair out, droplets spraying out like it was a waterfall. I began the long walk to my mansion. Atop the cliffs, I breathed in the sharp, salty air, eyeing the majestic view. I finally arrived at the mansion, and opened the huge white doors with a loud creak. Inside, the smell of fresh bacon lured me to the kitchen. My mother was there, poking at a pan with a spatula. I grabbed one of the juicy fruits on the bowl atop the huge marble island before taking a seat, water forming a puddle beneath me. “What’s going on?” I questioned, knowing that normally our chef would be cooking. She turned to me, blue eyes filled with dread. “Honey. Hi. Please don’t be mad, because…” I cut her off, a glare swallowing my face, “Why would I be mad?” she glanced down at the floor, hands clasped together. “Because, well, um, we’re moving.” she stuttered, looking at me with a pleading expression across her face. “WHAT!” I yelled, my voice reaching another decibel. Giving her no time to explain, I stormed angrily up the stairs and into my room. Grabbing one of my expensive silk pillows, I let tears rapidly fall down my face. I heard light footsteps coming to my room, and growled, “Traitors are not allowed in my room.” mother poked her head in anyways, dread swallowing her face. She softly walked into my room and sat next to me. “Sweetie,” she said, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. “I don’t want to move either. It's your fathers dumb job.” “Where are we moving?” I asked, terrified at her answer. “Hawaii.” she grinned. My face lit up, anger suddenly forgotten. I leaped to my feet and tackled her in a hug. She squeezed my hand, and I let go, skipping down the hall, suddenly hungry for bacon. Maybe moving wouldn’t be so bad after all. _____________________________________________
