Post by Ian Sorel on Nov 14, 2010 19:10:10 GMT -5
Ian really did love the beach, especially when there was a storm coming in. Sure, it meant that he wouldn't be able to get back to the school grounds until late afternoon, but he was just fine with that. The storm would bring in huge swells that made the water look angry and pushed most off of the beach, but that brought him eagerly out with a board to take advantage of the choppy sea.
He had already been out a few times and was taking a break, digging the end of his board into the sand so he could lean back against it and watch the waves. He could dry off just a little, and if the storm hadn't caught up by the time he was ready, he would head right back out and repeat the process.
He had already been out a few times and was taking a break, digging the end of his board into the sand so he could lean back against it and watch the waves. He could dry off just a little, and if the storm hadn't caught up by the time he was ready, he would head right back out and repeat the process.
