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Wednesday 20 November 2013

The Beach

The sun awoke the beach. The sight of Rangitoto was absolutely beautiful. Crowds of people arrived amazingly fast in their swimsuits ready to get their beach on. The light from the sun glittered the sea like shiny gold. The laughter in everyone’s voice filled the air. The sight of children splashing in the water was impossible to miss. Barbeques, fresh hot chickens and fruit salads erupted like a volcano. Mission Bay was busier than ever.

There were long lines leading towards the ice-cream truck. Jackson waited and waited looking at everyone grab their ice-creams and give it it’s first exaggerating lick. Customers filled their hands with ice-cream cones. The line moved slower than a snail. Jackson was finally second place. The customer in front of him was very muscular and tall. When Jackson heard the man in front of him speak, he bursted into laughter. He couldn’t help it so he said “How can a man that muscular speak like a little girl.”
When the man in front of him heard that his face lit up like a ripe tomato.

Jackson blinked then saw the same muscular built man stand right in front of his nose. With such fright he took a humungous gulp. His tongue crawled at the back of his throat. He choked and coughed all over the man's muscles.  He shouldn’t have done that.

In such horror he ran for his life. He reached the water and dived in. He thought that he out ran the man. He stood up and the water in his clothes leaked like a running tap. Trying to ring out his clothes he saw a shadow up above him. It was the man. He was holding two ice-creams and looked amazingly scary. Jackson yelled “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”
The man just laughed. “ Why are you sorry for I was only trying to give you an ice-cream” He said.
The man gave Jackson the Ice-cream and walked towards his family. Jackson yelled out thank you, then went to his family. Jackson looked at his Ice-cream and just smiled.

Theme: A boy running away from a kind man.


















  











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