artisticrainey Messages: 1228 Registered: July 2012 Location: Northern Ireland
Karma:
Field Commander Switzerland
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
Tyler threw another stone into the Pacific, and watched as it skipped across the surface of the water, before disappearing under a wave. He sighed and picked up another.
"Tyler! Hey Tyler!"
He looked up from where he was sitting to see Cherie waving from the top of the sand dune. He sighed to himself and turned back to the water.
Cherie, huffing and puffing from her trek through the sand, frowned down at him. "What are you doing? You know you're not supposed to come down here alone."
Tyler shrugged and muttered something Cherie couldn't hear.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"I just wanted to watch the tide come in," Tyler replied, skipping a rock over the waves.
"You heard what Dad told us before he left. Uncle Drew is discharging Mom. Scott's on his way back from Wichita and we're all heading back home. You need to finish packing," she told him.
Tyler mumbled something again.
"What?"
"OK! I'll pack!" Tyler sighed and sat there, his legs swinging.
Cherie sat down on the boulder next to him. "Mom's OK, Tyler."
"I know."
"Then why are you down here moping?"
"I'm not moping," Tyler replied shortly.
Cherie rolled her eyes. "You'd better get back up to the house and pack. I want us to be all ready when Mom gets here." She got to her feet and started back up the dune. She was at the top when she turned to look back at her brother. Tyler hadn't moved off the rock. "Tyler! Let's move it! Now!"
Tyler threw one last rock into the water, then got to his feet and shuffled after his sister.
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