I remember lying on the soft, sandy beach with the hot glowing sun roasting over me. The waves rushing in like a stampede. I was alone. I enjoyed being alone, away from any distractions. A place I could think. The waves reached my blonde curls, making the ends wet. I sat up, hoping to see someone, hoping that they'd realised I'd left. Only one. One person standing in the distance. The sun caught the fiery ends of her hair as the wind blew through the slight curls in the ends. Annie. Annie the only one I thought understood me. The one that always listened to me.
She slowly walked into the clear water, until she couldn't stand, and so she began to swim.
"Annie!" I shouted. "Annie!"
No answer. I knew inside that she was okay, she was the best swimmer that I knew. Better than me. I lifted my trident and jogged up to the area where she was. I could see her in the distance. A couple feet out from the beach. I dropped my trident a little way from the water and walked into it. The icy cold waves making me shiver. I began to swim, keeping my head under, only coming up for a short breath. I was so close to her, when she began to swim away from me. She was so fast.
"You're getting better!" she shouted to me from a distance. I just laughed, acting like I didn't care.
She finally stopped swimming and I caught up to her. We stood on a little bank of sand in the water, which is only visible when the tide is out.
"What brings you here?" I asked, almost out of breath.
"I er... came to see my favourite person in the world!" she laughed.
I had known Annie for years, we where close. Closer than friends.
I jogged closer to her and wrapped my arms round her waist, lifting her up. She looked down at me and kissed my lips gently. Teasing me.
Her hair waving gently in the wind, imitating fire as the sun caught it. My hair had turned matted, due to the water. I put her down and she hugged me back. It felt like forever not seeing her.
"What have you been up to the last week?" she asked me, walking into the water again. Beckoning to me to follow her.
"Catching fish with the trident and my charm" I laugh. "For extra money and food"
She laughs "you and your trident, you certainly caught me with your charm" She said splashing me with the water.
We swam slowly to the shore again, and once again Annie won. She picked up my trident, holding it like a trophy.
She gave it back to me, and I took hold of her other hand, we walked slowly down the beach, which was shaped like an arc. The sun began to set, and the waves became calmer. The sound of the waves faded away eventually, just a few sounds from the seagulls which flew past occasionally. People called Annie crazy after winning the 70th Hunger Games. That there was no point in her living. But she seemed ok to me and that's all that I care about. She calls herself Crazy too sometimes. But it would turn everyone crazy to be in those so called games. They nearly drove me crazy. We don't talk about those games to each other; they just bring back bad memories.
We strolled down the beach several times before it became too dark. When the sun had gone down, I stopped Annie, and held both of her hands in mine tightly.