I watch the orange flames as they dance, ignoring the other people around me. As I lift the beer can to my lips, I stare at my twisted reflection and close my eyes before I take a sip. A high pitched giggle breaks me from my thoughts and I look to my left to see a girl who I recognise as Chrissie Edwards from school. She's staring at another blonde boy and grinning widely. I nearly gag.

I finally decide I've had enough after the couple next to me start making out, earning cheers and wolf-whistles. I throw my can to the sand and crush it, glaring at everyone.

I scowl at my feet as I walk away, across the cliff. The sky is grey and cloudy, and I can just see the sun, glowing behind some lighter clouds. It makes the beach seem dull too, and it just worsens my mood.

The edge of the cliff gets softer and closer to the sea and after a minute, I plop myself down by the fence, squinting my eyes to protect them from the wind, which is making sand fly into my face. The smell of seawater invades my senses, and I sit for a minut with my mouth open, letting it overpower me. After a while the wind blowing my long blonde hair into my face starts to annoy me, so I lie on my back and rest my hands under my head as I gaze at the dull sky.

Movement in the corner of my eye breaks my focus, and I watch as Chrissie and the boy run across the cliff. The boy is quite obviously drunk- he's stumbling and his laugh is a bit too loud, but Chrissie seems as sober as she can be when she whips off her top, throwing it to the sand. The boy tries to follow her but falls to his knees as soon as he gets his jeans over his hips, muttering to himself and laughing. Chrissie umps in to the water and starts swimming, making her way to the little bobby . Just as she's about to get there she stops, and he starts gasping. I sit up in interest and push my hair away from my face. I look at the boy and he's now lying on the floor, dead to the world.

Chrissie is being dragged around by something. She starts screaming and wailing for help. I look closer and can barely make out the shape of something under the water. I don't rush to her rescue. Why should I? She's not special. Nobody is. She's just another high school girl that got a bit too carried away at a party. I don't know her, and I don't see why I should save her.

I doubt she's going to be anything special. Maybe a lawyer, or a businesswoman. But what else? She's probably not going to be famous. She's most likely going to end up a housewife, looking after the kids during the day and obeying the husband by night. Another dull, unfair life. I think I'll save her the pain.

Her screams continue, until she breaks free from whatever is under the water. Dragging herself to the bobby, Chrissie's face lights up with hope, but that hope is shattered again as she's pulled away by something. I watch silently. The boy is yet to be awoken, and I don't try to wake him up. He's peaceful where he is- that is, until he chokes on his own vomit, which is bound to happen.

I watch Chrissie flail around before she's pulled underwater for the last time. The screams are gone. The desperate gasping can't be heard. There are no bubbles rising to the surface like in the movies. The sun is rising, the sky is slightly less cloudy, and all I can hear is the gentle crashing of the waves against the cliff. The light from the campfire is still glowing through the trees, and I lie back, unfazed by what just happened. Chrissie's dead, and I don't care.

Nobody will.

i'm doing something for my english project at school, and we have to do this scene from jaws, but from a characters point of veiw. or we can make up the character my best friend is doing it from the sharks point of view. she claims he's ''misunderstood''. okay, then.

please let me know what you think!

I love you all, babies

kia xoxo