The Rocky Beach

I was on a really, really rocky beach and my mom’s friend, Rachel, was in the water shouting, “Oscar! The water is lovely!”

“I’m coming mom! I’m coming!” Oscar did eventually come. “Ori!”

“Fine, I’ll come,” I said. I’m in the water by now and I’m feeling the icky, mucky sand underneath my feet. As I walk deeper, the sand gets more and more smushy. When I got to chest level, I stepped on a rock.

“Youch!!” I say.

“What?”Oscar asks.

“I just stepped on a rock.”

“Well, that’s weird,” said Rachel. Oscar came over to me and stepped on the same rock. Then, he started kicking up sand and it came up in a disgusting shade of black. “Ewwwwww!” I say. “Yeah, that is pretty disgusting,” Oscar said.

“Mom, get in the water right now!”

“Why should I?” my mom asked.

Alex steps in the water. “I’m not standing in this stuff all day!”

“Noy, come on! Get in the water,” Mom said.

“No, I don’t want to,” said Noy.

“Oscar’s in the water,” Mom said. A few minutes later, Noy did step in the water.

“It’s too cold!” He got out of the water and we had some crisps.
“That was really fun!” I said.