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Summer holidays were the best. Although not all the kids were so happy about it. But for Gazzy, fourteen days was good enough. And it was at this time of the year that Gazzy felt more like a kid, like he was suppose to be. Always waking up at the crack of dawn; just before the sun has risen. He never understood why he did this, but he couldn't ignore that feeling to wake up and enjoy the day ahead.
And just as usual, Gazzy is laying in bed right now at six o'clock in the morning. Summer holidays were only just beginning. As he stares up at the ceiling, he has no thoughts swimming around in his head. Which puts Gazzy at ease. Thinking too much in the morning was such a drag.
At this time of day, it's as if time has completely stopped.
Before Gazzy knew what he was doing, he had slipped on his sandals and was already out the door before you could say explosion. One of his favourite words, that's usually used in many of his sentences. His house was just across from the beach. He loved the beach. Which was why he went there every morning. The sharp, clipping sounds from his sandals were the only thing heard throughout the town that morning. Not only has his house been stopped in time, so was the town too it seemed. Nothing stirred. Nothing changed. Nothing would ever be the same again that holiday, although Gazzy doesn't know of this yet.
As Gazzy reached the beach, he was able to make out the sound of the ocean. It was a low crashing sound that seemed to hymn a song to him. The pink clouds hung in the sky above him, giving off a beautiful sunrise that always seems to be forgotten or lost by nearly everyone in the world. The Gasman took off his sandals and began marching on the beach, bare-footed. He loves the feel of sand in-between his toes. The Gasman hoped that he would be able to spend some time at the beach over the holidays. Since school had seemed to weigh down on his shoulders, he had no chance to play there anymore. He came to a stop by the edge of the sea and fell onto his backside; then laid down on his back. Sighing in relief. This is the life. To have a little rest at the beach before summer holidays started. Gazzy always did this. It was something to make his life a little different. But in a way, it has seemed to become part of his schedule in life.
He watched the sky above, hoping any change will come to him this holiday. Seagulls flew over head, squawking. Their wings cut through the air as it glided on the winds above. Gazzy always wanted to feel free like a bird. He closed his eyes, imagining it all. The wind blew into his hair as the soft waves lifted his feet up and down again as it came in and out.
"Found you Spike!" A high pitched voice chirped. Gazzy opened his eyes to find his little sister watching him from above. She was nine years old with beautiful golden hair.
They both had that golden hair, they both also had big, blue eyes. The colour was like the sea that Gazzy loved so much. A deep, mystical blue. His sister was wearing her night dress, a light pink colour with a teddy bear print on it. Gazzy, or by his real name Spike sat up, with a sigh.
"Angel, you know I don't like you calling me that." She pouted at him in a cute manner.
"But I don't like calling you Gazzy all the time." She suddenly had a disgust look on her face. "It sounds disgusting!"
"Exactly!" Gazzy said with a grin. He stood up. "What are you up to?"
She gave him a warm smile. "I though we could get ready and head for Max's place, so we could play with her."
"Good idea!"
Then they both headed off, running around in the sand childishly before getting to the pavement on the other side. They both put their sandals back on and raced off back home. Before Gazzy stepped into the road, he stopped and spun round to look back at the sea once more. The mood has already changed. The waves were crashing against the rocks, the birds swooped and soared, squawking loudly. It didn't sound like a song anymore. More like a warning. Gazzy shrugged and continued back home.
Damn, I hope it didn't sound depressing to you. This was my only idea to start it off. Although I hope you enjoy this. Because I'm sure the next chapters will be quite depressing. Please don't ask me why I named him Spike, it was just a thought that stuck to me. I hope nothing confused you, did it? If so, give me a message about it. Thanx! Enjoy!
