Peace, Quiet, and Flashbacks

[Kembal Lettermen]

Life Is Worthless Until You Make It Worth Something

Waves Can Crash You Down, Wind Can Knock You Over, But Kembal Will Pick You Up

When you listen, the only thing your ears can hear is the waves crashing against the sand. The sand that is made up of pebbles and such. Someone once told Kembal that if you press sand hard enough, you make a pearl. That someone was her dear ol' granny. Kembal flinched as she though about her grandmother. She died near Kembal's 13^th birthday. 13, Kembal cursed that age. Images of Kembal's grandmother flashed around and about in Kembal's brain. Causing the thing Kembal hated the most. Flashbacks. The word even makes her sick to her stomach, then they happen. Kembal started to feel dizzy. Images of her grandma look more vivid and then all was black.Hand in hand, Kembal and Mrs.Letterman walked down the beach barefoot. Waves lapped at their feet, making them shiver. Kembal released herself from her grandmother and reached down to grab a handful of sand. Sand slowly dripped through the cracks of Kembal's hand. Mrs.Letterman grasped her hands around Kembal's one hand. Creaky and sweet described Kembal's grandma's voice as she spoke, "When you press sand hard enough, you get a pearl. Release the sand, sweetie." Kembal did as told and the sand fell into her grandmother's hands. Heartbeats later, Mrs.Letterman opened her hand to reveal a small white pearl. "Happy birthday." Kembal put the pearl in her pocket and hugged her grandma has a huge wave rose from the sea. "Grandma! Run!" Kembal exclaimed. She grabbed her old nanny and barreled straight towards the woods that bordered the beach. The wave grew and the shadow covered the two people. The water crashed. Kembal opened her eyes in the saltwater to see many sea demons. A bold, commanding voiced boomed through the water, "Stop!" Repeated over and over again. Weapons stabbed at her and things hit against her. The voice boomed and the water retreated, then crashed again. It became a war of control over the water. Kembal hoped the voice would win. In the mean time, Kembal swam around crying, "Grandma! Grandma!" Moments later, Kembal felt light headed and dizzy. She slowly lost conscience and sunk to the floor. When she awoke, her grandma was inches away and a man was tending to Kembal's wound. Kembal groaned, "Grandma." The man hushed her and told her devastating news. Her grandmother was dead. He handed Kembal her birthday present as an anklet. He put it on Kembal's ankle and went back to her wounds. Her grandma's voice echoed through her brain, "Be brave my little demi-god." Then Kembal blacked out. Kembal awoke sweating. Tears started to roll down her cheeks fast. She rolled up her jeans to look at her last memory of Mrs.Letterman. "Grandma."

[Marceline]

I walked down with my lab, Storm, next to me. He barked at me loudly and when I turned to him and smiled. "You can grow," I laughed as the dog became the size of a lion. I loved this camp so far, but the only person I knew was Hailey. The clouds formed over my head like a halo. The hot sand burned my feet so I got on my dog. I was walking down looking up at the sky. The sun was blocked by graying clouds. As I looked ahead I saw a girl lying down on the beach, deciding to check it out I started riding toward her.

[Kembal Lettermen]

Paw steps and whispers sounded with the wind that breezed by. Quickly, I wiped my face of any tears or anything in general. Sitting upright I rolled my jeans down. I pulled my soft blonde hair back in a pony tail and took deep breaths. I got a handful of sand and closed my hands around it. "Hello."

[Marceline]

I slid off the griffin half dog. I landed on the sand with a thump, letting in fly all around. "Storm, glasses," I said to the dog. Jack shrunk and gave me my sunglasses from my all-different-shades-of-blue plaid bag. As I put them on I looked at the girl. "Are you okay..?" I asked her softly.

[Kembal Lettermen]

I shook sand out of my hair, sending it flying . I nodded and coughed a bit. "Do me a favor and don't do that." I smiled and chuckled a bit. My knuckles started to turn white as I made the gritted sand into a smooth, white pearl.

[Marceline]

Storm shrunk so small he could sit on my shoulder. The tiny griffin-dog flew up on my shouler, admiring the pearl. I looked at the pearl. "Wow how did you do that?!" I said amazed.

[Kembal Lettermen]

Even though I didn't trust my voice, I said it anyways, "A great woman once told me that if you press sand hard enough, you get a pearl." I stared down at the pearl, thanking my grandma.

[Marceline]

"That's beautiful," I smiled but just to get permission I asked, "Can I try?" even though I knew there was a 90% chance it was no.

[Kembal Lettermen]

I gave her a puzzled look, "Why ask? Anyone can do it."

[Marceline]

I took a handful of warm sand in my new manicured hands. I clenched my fingures around it and watched it harden into a white pearl. I set it down beside me to let Storm play with it.