Post by hayden linae chandler on Apr 26, 2011 23:02:16 GMT -5
ON THE RIGHT TRACK
Hayden had never intended to end up on the beach front, and yet here she was, standing a few metres away from the shoreline. Waves licked gently at the sand just before her feet, surging up gently and receding back only to push up against the sand again. Watching the play of the waves against the shore for a few moments, Hayden lifted her gaze up to the horizon. It was still early in the afternoon, and the sun glinted off the waters in a way that made it painful to study for too long, and after a few moments Hayden tugged her gaze away once more, doing a quick scan of her surroundings. Considering how lovely the weather had been lately, it was surprisingly empty. There was a large group a ways down the beach, just slight blurs on her eyesight, and several people were walking past with dogs on the boardwalk, a couple of younger girls rollerskating back and forth over the uneven wooden boards. Still a while down the beach Hayden could see a jogger running in her direction, but they were still too far away for the young woman to make out any details.
Shrugging off her light blazer in a fluid movement Hayden grinned in bliss as the sun hit her shoulders. Today was supposed to be a day to study, and get ahead on her homework, but like every other college student, Hayden had become somewhat of a pro at procrastination. When she had packed up her books at the end on her last class of the day, a lecture on moral issues affecting surgery practices, she had had every intention of going home to her dorm, grabbing a Dr Pepper from the mini fridge and settling down for a nice long revision. Of course, the moment she had stepped outside into the brilliantly sunny day Hayden realized that those plans would have to be put on hold, at least until the sun went down. It was too nice of a day not to enjoy it, and Hayden just started walking, off campus, and down the road to the beach, her feet taking her without any direction from the logical portion of Hayden's brain. Normally, Hayden wasn't the type of girl to lose focus and become distracted but day seemed to be the exception. She'd blame it on spring fever, if she had too.
Kneeling down in the sand, Hayden bent to untie her shoes. It seemed imperative to go wading in the shallow water, and she made quick work of the laces. Tugging off the left, and then the right Hayden set them in a neat pile in the sand, placing her bag next to the white oxfords. She was hardly wearing an outfit suitable for the beach, but Hayden had woken up with the urge to be frivolously girly that morning. Pale orange lace sundress, cream blazer and shoes that were just a tad too formal for true comfort and Hayden had felt appropriately feminine. Standing back up the brunette brushed the sand off her calves, noticing as she did so that she was in dire need of a good tan. Shrugging to herself Hayden wandering closer to the waters edge, creeping forward on the shore line, until the water just nipped at her toes with each passing wave. It was colder then Hayden had expected, given the warm weather and for a moment she reconsidered her decision. Glancing around she noticed that a few more people had arrived at the beach, although they were still a fair distance away from her, and the jogger she had seen earlier was coming increasingly closer.
Shrugging off her light blazer in a fluid movement Hayden grinned in bliss as the sun hit her shoulders. Today was supposed to be a day to study, and get ahead on her homework, but like every other college student, Hayden had become somewhat of a pro at procrastination. When she had packed up her books at the end on her last class of the day, a lecture on moral issues affecting surgery practices, she had had every intention of going home to her dorm, grabbing a Dr Pepper from the mini fridge and settling down for a nice long revision. Of course, the moment she had stepped outside into the brilliantly sunny day Hayden realized that those plans would have to be put on hold, at least until the sun went down. It was too nice of a day not to enjoy it, and Hayden just started walking, off campus, and down the road to the beach, her feet taking her without any direction from the logical portion of Hayden's brain. Normally, Hayden wasn't the type of girl to lose focus and become distracted but day seemed to be the exception. She'd blame it on spring fever, if she had too.
Kneeling down in the sand, Hayden bent to untie her shoes. It seemed imperative to go wading in the shallow water, and she made quick work of the laces. Tugging off the left, and then the right Hayden set them in a neat pile in the sand, placing her bag next to the white oxfords. She was hardly wearing an outfit suitable for the beach, but Hayden had woken up with the urge to be frivolously girly that morning. Pale orange lace sundress, cream blazer and shoes that were just a tad too formal for true comfort and Hayden had felt appropriately feminine. Standing back up the brunette brushed the sand off her calves, noticing as she did so that she was in dire need of a good tan. Shrugging to herself Hayden wandering closer to the waters edge, creeping forward on the shore line, until the water just nipped at her toes with each passing wave. It was colder then Hayden had expected, given the warm weather and for a moment she reconsidered her decision. Glancing around she noticed that a few more people had arrived at the beach, although they were still a fair distance away from her, and the jogger she had seen earlier was coming increasingly closer.
BUT BOARDING THE WRONG TRAIN
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