So recently decided to start a bunch of new stories trying to figure out which one I'd like to continue, tell me what you think.

Sally tapped the leather steering wheel, worn from where her fingers had rubbed it raw. The car was one of the few things that her uncle had left behind, that and a huge pile of hospital bills.

She felt the muscles in her back slowly unwind as she got farther away from the city, getting closer and closer to the beach. The late July sun beat down on her arm, draped lazily out the window and the wind whipped her hair around and ran over her skin like water.

After driving for what seemed like forever, Sally pulled into the driveway, gravel crunching under the wheels as she admired the quaint cabin with the lace curtains hanging in the windows.

"Sally," yelled a girl running out of the house, curls of red hair flying behind her.

Sally braced herself for the impact of the tiny girl's body slamming into her, a feeling she knew all too well.

"Umph," Sally squeaked. "Slow down Jenny, I can't breathe."

"Don't be such a baby," Jenny said, her cinnamon eyes teasing.

"Jenny," a girl hollered. "Let Sally go, you're smothering her!" The girl jogged over to them, pulling Jenny off of Sally.

"Thanks," Sally smiled, breathlessly.

"Kimmm," Jenny complained. "We haven't seen Sally in forever."

"We saw her a week ago," Kim said, rolling her giant blue eyes.

"Spoil sport," Jenny muttered.

"Come on," Kim said, lifted Sally's duffel over her shoulder and leading her to her room.

Sally flopped down on the bed, letting the smell of fabric softener and ocean wash over her. The room was tidy and quaint with two identical twin beds with hand sown quilts in each corner, paintings of the beach on the pale yellow walls, and a jar of sea-glass that someone had collected on the window sill. Sally loved it.

"So I've kinda been living here for the past month and all my stuff is all over the other room so Jenny said she was cool with sleeping in here," Kim said, awkwardly shifting her weight from leg to leg. "But I'm fine with sleeping in here if you want to sleep alone," she offered.

Sally laughed, "Are you kidding me? I'm fine in here."

Kim smiled, turning to leave, "Okay then, I'll leave you to unpack, I think Jenny said something about going to the beach soon."

Fifteen minutes later Sally had sorted all of her few items of clothing into the wooden dresser and was once again sprawled out on the soft sheets of her bed, closing her eyes and snuggling into the quilt. She needed this vacation, she had been working none stop the past year trying to scrape up enough money to pay off all of her uncle's hospital bills. With the little money left over, she had to pay for rent and food (mainly ramen noodles). Sally hadn't even been able to think about going to college.

"Sally," Jenny whispered singsongy in her ear a few minutes later. "Come on, lets go to the beach."

Sally opened one eye hesitatingly. Jenny was crouched eye-level to the bed and Kim was next to her smiling. Both were in swimsuits.

Rolling out of bed and onto her friends, effectively squishing them. Jumping up, she laughed at her friends who were groaning on the ground. She bounded over to the small dresser that she shared with Jenny, pulling on her bright blue one piece and slipping a white sundress over it.

When they got to the beach Sally immediately pulled off her coverup and bounded into the cool water, crashing through the waves.

Jenny and Kim soon followed after, determined to slather their fair skin with sunscreen, as Kim had the complexion of snow and Jenny's skin already had constellations of freckles all over it.

Kim immediately dove into the surf and came up grinning from ear to ear, bangs plastered to her forehead, watching Jenny slowly wade in.

"Yeah, thats so not happening," she laughed.

Sally giggled and ran after.

Jenny's brown eyes widened seeing the two girls hurtling towards her.

"NO! Guys!," she yelled before they crashed into her, all of them falling in a tangle of bodies into the water.

Jenny was the first to break the surface of the water, gasping for air. "I'm going to kill both of you," she growled, pulling them from the water.

They all flopped on the sand, letting the white foam of the tide rise and fall around them, each unaware of the man in the water watching them. Well one girl in particular.

Who could it be? Just kidding its Poseidon, he's a creeper. Please review, I have some interesting ideas for this story and would love input.