We are sharing the next story in our series, Featured Short Stories, written by students in the Creative Writing Club.
Every week, the students in the club work on writing stories, sometimes from their own ideas, and sometimes from story prompts. The assignment this week, was to write a story based on a seaside setting.
This story was written by Ramona, aged 14. Enjoy!
Day at the Seaside
My friend Tilly and I were planning what to do this afternoon. It was a hot, sunny day in Kent, and just perfect for a relaxing time for us to hang out. We had finished our exams a few days before and were now done with school, and looking forward to the long summer holidays.
“Maybe we should go to the beach tomorrow?” I asked
“Why? Because all of our classmates are at the beach today?” asked Tilly
“Basically!” I said
“Sydney, why should you care? Let’s go today. And anyways you have me.” Tilly replied.
“Alright, fine.” I reluctantly agreed. “Let’s go!”
We packed our swimming outfits and everything practical for the beach, including hats, sun cream, towels and drinking water. Tilly also took some money so that we could buy snacks.
We walked to the beach front, past the shops and small huts. The sky was clear, and the sun was shining, there was a light breeze. The weather was so lovely, which meant there would be tons of people including people from school.
“Come on Syd,” Tilly said, pointing to a part of the beach that was still unoccupied. “Let’s go pick a perfect spot to relax!”
We started to walk towards the golden sand, shimmering in the sunshine. The view of the ocean was beautiful, and it was peaceful for now.
“Here we are!” Tilly declared, dropping our stuff in a spot that she felt was just right. “This is good, and we have some shade from that rock.”
“Hmmm. It is nice and quiet here.” I said.
“Well we did come early, more people may start coming later. Anyways do you want to get ice cream?” asked Tilly.
“Of course!” I replied.
We walked to get our ice cream from the kiosk at the other end of the beach. Tilly had strawberry and chocolate scoops. I had vanilla and salted caramel. We enjoyed polishing them off and talking to the girl in the shop. Afterwards, we walked back to our spot to change into our swimming suits. But by that time, it was no longer quiet, many kids from school were all over the place, some were playing beach ball, and some were blasting music that everyone could hear from both sides of the beach.
Alfie was one of the boys from our school, he had piecing blue eyes and his hair was so blonde it matched the sand beneath us. He looked different since I last saw him maybe it was his tan, and the fact that he was wearing beach shorts instead of school uniform.
“Hey! Could you move your stuff!? asked Alfie.
“Our stuff was here first!” replied Tilly.
“Well you have to move! You’ve taken up so much space!” shouted Alife.
Alfie and his group of friends took over the beach. The other girls took all the beach chairs and the boys took most of the area due to the volleyball stand they brought for beachball, as well as their surfboards.
I was already regretting that we had come.
“Let’s go Tilly,” I said.
Tilly looked like she was about to send Alfie flying.
“You should listen to your quiet friend.” Alfie said, almost like a warning.
Tilly sighed and backed down. We picked up our stuff and walked away closer to the lifeguard. We found another spot, not quite as perfect as the first, but at least the waves were calmer and we could swim in peace.
The waves were washing gently across the shore so we started to swim, the ocean was clear. We could see quite far across, and the white rocks and shells at the bottom.
“Isn’t this wonderful Sydney!” Tilly asked.
I looked up.
“The sky,” I said.
“What about the sky?” asked Tilly.
“It’s darkening,” I replied.
The sky began to darken and become gloomy. The wind picked up and became stronger, and the waves started rapidly hitting the shore. People started to leave, expect Alfie. His back was turned and he couldn’t see the shore.
“Sydney, let’s go now!” shouted Tilly.
“Look at Alfie. We can’t just leave him there, he can’t see the lifeguards!” I replied.
“Syd?” Tilly called out.
I quickly swam back to the shore, and grabbed a lifejacket. I ran to where Alfie was, paddling on his surf board and getting swept further out to sea. He had noticed the change in the weather and was now waving for help.
I swam quickly to his side.
“Here, hold on.” I exclaimed, tossing him a rubber floatie to keep him safe as I swam back.
Some of our other school mates, including Tilly were at the shore, shouting and clapping as I dragged Alfie back, and pulled him out of the sea.
“Thank you, Sydney.” Alfie panted, when he regained his breath. “You… you saved me.”
“Not a problem, I was glad to help.” I replied.
I walked away amidst the cheers and claps from the other kids.
“I will see you in school Tilly,” Alfie called out and I waved.
As we packed up our stuff and left the beach, Tilly asked me, “Why did you help him?”
“Well, he may be a jerk, but he just wanted to spend a day at the seaside like us.” I replied.
“Well maybe we should have gone to the beach tomorrow.” Tilly said.
“Yeah, then we could have avoided all this,” I shrugged and we both burst into laughter.
We packed our stuff and hurried home.
My day at the sea wasn’t what I thought it would be, but it was still enjoyable.
The End
If you have a child who loves writing stories and you want to encourage them to explore their creativity and their imagination, then we would love to have them join our writing club! Just click on the link to register, and we will be in touch. Creative Writing Club – Registration Form.
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