A warm yet cooling breeze swept across the vast Shoreline of the beach. The various branches and leaves of the palm trees bristled as they were blown off slightly to the side, the leaves almost looking as if they were dancing with such elegance. The faint hums of the waves that belonged to the seemingly never-ending clear blue ocean brushed up along the sand, the sun's rays shining brightly as it peeked from behind the ocean itself. Its rays reflected along the surface of the ocean, glistening with such beauty that was almost too perfect to pass up.
Derick Alvaro, a teenager at the age of sixteen, stood at the edge of the distant yet small island. A boardwalk was what attached the island to the wooden Shack below, thus leading to the Shoreline. The boy inhaled the fragrance of the island, exhaling afterwards and showing off a faint grin. He then sat upon the bark of the bent tree behind him, turning his attention back to the sun. Just something about the view would always catch his attention for some apparent reason and yet, he couldn't even explain why. Lifting up his left hand, Derick reached out in front of him and looked as if he tried to grasp onto the distant sun, not wanting to let go of such a graceful view like this.
"I could never get tired of this. . . yet, I wonder. . ." the boy spoke softly, lowering his hand back to his side. "What's out there? There just has to be something beyond this island, right?" he questioned himself, bringing his right knee to his chest as he propped his right arm on it. "There just has to be. . ."
Derick Alvaro, a teenager at the age of sixteen, stood at the edge of the distant yet small island. A boardwalk was what attached the island to the wooden Shack below, thus leading to the Shoreline. The boy inhaled the fragrance of the island, exhaling afterwards and showing off a faint grin. He then sat upon the bark of the bent tree behind him, turning his attention back to the sun. Just something about the view would always catch his attention for some apparent reason and yet, he couldn't even explain why. Lifting up his left hand, Derick reached out in front of him and looked as if he tried to grasp onto the distant sun, not wanting to let go of such a graceful view like this.
"I could never get tired of this. . . yet, I wonder. . ." the boy spoke softly, lowering his hand back to his side. "What's out there? There just has to be something beyond this island, right?" he questioned himself, bringing his right knee to his chest as he propped his right arm on it. "There just has to be. . ."