A young boy walked along the beach with his nursemaid, he was about 12 years old. The ocean breeze pushed his golden hair from his face. His hands were deeply buried into his pockets to keep them warm. A light drizzle feel from sky. The nursemaid kept on scolding at him for trying to have some fun. "Raoul, don't step that puddle. Raoul! Don't run to far a head." Raoul looked at the nursemaid. She was a thin figure. Her lips were pushed together like she had just eaten a sour lemon, though, she always looked that way. An angler chin jutted out of her face and her dark bonnet hid her white streaked silver hair. Raoul sighed and continued walking right beside her thinking, "This is no fun."
In silence they walked until something caught Raoul's eye. "Who's that?" he said indicating to a young six year old girl with blonde curls and a red scarf. The nursemaid shrugged, "She's just a commoner." Raoul couldn't take his eyes off of that little girl. She was having fun and he was stuck with the nursemaid. The little girl looked up and saw him from a distance. Raoul waved the old woman next to him slapped his hand down, "Do not pay attention to them in public, it is very unseemly, she said pinching him hard. Raoul rubbed his sore spot and looked at the little girl one more time. This time she waved. But, the wind picked up and lifted the scarf off her neck.
Raoul didn't think he reacted. He sprinted down to the beach and jumped into the water after the scarf. The water was cold; Raoul could feel his whole body going numb. The nursemaid was at the shore screaming at him to get back, making a big fuss about nothing. The water slapped him across his face, "I'm going to make it," he had to keep telling himself. His arms and legs started to go limp until he finally made it to the scarf.
He forced his body to keep on moving, if not for him, for the little girl. She needed the scarf back. Cold water filled his lungs as he pushed forward. "Oh my god, oh my god!" he heard the nursemaid screaming. But, he knew she didn't really care about him only for her job, she was probably going to lose it now. With a last effort, Raoul swam to the shore. He crawled up onto the rocky beach. The little girl came running over to him laughing, "You're a funny one," she said.
Raoul slowly got up. His whole body was trembling and his legs almost gave out form underneath him, but he tried to stand tall. "H-h-here's y-y-your sc-sc-scarf," he said. The girl took her dripping red scarf, "Uh… thanks she said. She looked up at him, "I'm Christine!"
"R-r-raoul," he said. She attempted to curtsy, "Please to meet you." Raoul smiled. The nursemaid came running down towards him, trying so hard to not trip over her skirts, "Raoul, dear boy," she said, "what were you thinking?" She touched his jacket, "Your all wet! Come come! We must get you home," She led him back up to the path. Raoul turned back one more time. Christine waved at him, he waved back knowing it wasn't gong to be the last time he'll see her.