Starter for @valeriearchies
Maya had sent the text twenty five minutes ago, unsure of herself, but telling herself it would all be fine despite it. If Mere didn’t show up, all would be okay. She’d go down to the beach as always and surf, if the currents weren’t in her favour, she would float, and relax, like she always did. If Mere did show up…
The text flashed in her memory:
Maya → Mere: headed down to brown’s beach, meet me in half a hour. maybe i can give you that proper swimming lesson I mentioned yesterday.
She would show. Maya told herself. Mere would show and they would have fun, and Maya could try and get over this crush she’d somehow developed. She picked her way across the rocks to the path that would take her towards her favourite beach. Brown’s Beach was nicest, the dark sand much softer than the rocky expanse of stones and pebbles Maya’s house backed on to. It was also always quiet; her beach was never bustling, but there was always a trickle of people scattered across the stretch, families and vacationers alike. The tourist beach was always populated, people taking photos, children running around. Browns was silent kilometers of sloping ocean front merging into rocky forest: difficult to access and nowhere near as picturesque as the tourist stretch. Brown’s was hers, hers to surf at, hers to hide out when she needed alone time, hers to love.
As she finished navigating her way down the rocky, slopped ‘path’ she sighed, dropping her backpack and stretching happily as her feet landed on the soft, damp sand.