Years before, the children would question why they couldn’t just stay at the orphanage instead. ‘Salt water is beneficial for the skin,’ Ms. Edmonds would remark breezily, with the car keys already in hand, happy to be rid of the children for a few hours. The children disliked Ms. Edmonds, and therefore disregarded her remark; they usually didn’t even dip their toes into the surf. They spent their time collecting seashells and building sandcastles, but none of them ever went swimming. None except for Pearl. The moment that they would arrive at the small, empty beach, Pearl would sprint towards the water. She would first wade in, then wait for a breaker. When the big wave rolled in, she would dive under and open her eyes. Reaching out to touch the sandy floor and the swaying kelp, she would feel blissfully happy. The ocean was where she felt most at home.
It’s a paragraph from a story I wrote. Comments are appreciated =)
Crud.
** Do I write well?
