Sitting on the jetty, feet dangling over above the water, was a serene and calming picture. The breeze gently caressed her face, playing with her hair, flipping and twirling the golden strands. Pine eyes were slightly closed, as if they were day dreaming about a far off land, somewhere that no one will bother her. Another wave broke, distorting the image that could be seen below her.
A renegade tear slipped down the face of this young girl. Pain would be an understatement. Right now, she was feeling agony, loneliness, and she was just tired. All of the thinking done on the large rock, from the peak of the high tide, to now which is low, it