Descriptive Writing The Beach Short Story

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Blue, turquoise, and the distinctive lapping of the waves on the cool damp sand. I had a slightly metallic taste in my mouth, it seems I had I had bitten my tongue while eating a ham and cheese croissant. it was the morning and there was merely only joggers in sight and children, including myself scurrying to school. I make the trecherous journey to top of the hill high school with the mob of kids. I reach the front door with one strong push i open the thousand year old door and fight my way inside. The building i overwhelming yelling, shoving, and a overwhelming sensation of teenage angst. I dodge my way through a corridor, seven people across with at least four of five six people groups walking, talking, and taking up a whole lot of space. Sam buddy, what s up. How s it goin ?  yelled a tall, thin …show more content…
Sam grabs his surfboard and swim trunks and walks down to his favorite stretch of beach, Brooks. Sam finally reaches the beach only to find no waves have been breaking all day. Sam jumps on his board and just paddles out to the kelp bed and watch the vibrant garibaldi dance underneath the distortion of the water. Something bumps into Sam s arm and distinctively he sprawls of his board and into the salty sea water. He looks over and seas a abandoned surfboard with an address enscribed on the side of it, Do the right thing, 4325 W. Palm Beach Rd., Newport beach 94116 
Sam paddles back into shore with his new mystery in his hands and finally reaches the sand.
Sam Walks home with his new loot under bb bhis arm. When he arrives home his mother questions what is that ,,m,,m,m,,,m, Its a surf board i found when i was out in the water.  what does it say on the side of it?

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