Ok, so Nyx Asilinn wasn't the most beautiful 11 year-old in the world… But what she lacked in beauty she made up for in Honesty, intellect, and valor. She turned heads wherever she went, from the beach-house in C.A. to her plain public school in N.Y.C., well let's not say plain, because it was a performing arts school-and it wasn't public-for the tuition you had to pay.
Riley Hardwin wasn't all that different, living in N.Y. with some of her best surf buds, for the winter and moving back to the summer house in C.A. in the summer. She wasn't at all wild as Nyx, but sure as hell was funny, her wit coming somewhere from her sense of reaction.
Lelani Kinneret was a Pier 1 import, straight from P.I. (Philippines) and learning what some of the more complicated words meant, such as agrology. But she was still having a laugh or two yelling out parses such as "COCKROACH!" which had no relation to whatever subject occurred at the time.
This mass of "Women Rights" appeared to be moving together at the same time, even across country-it was in fact, The parents of these 3 were almost always away on business, giving them time to develop themselves freely, and equally in all qualities.
At this moment the sun was about to "graze its rays" on the beach in Malibu, setting a thick golden light on a little cottage-it wasn't very big-quite small in fact- but it was roomy enough. Its interior was done with refinished furniture-lots of cream and white colors and blue splashed in the middle. Crack. The sound of cracking bones and stretching reached Nyx's ears, still suffering from mere Jet-Lag from the day before. She opened her eyes. Then shut them. She had just opened them in the bright light flooding into the room. As her grey eyes adjusted to the extremity, her eyes pulled the "curtain" illusion, causing her to see perfectly again.
She opened them to the room she was in, the shared room. It had 3 white trundle beds, all covered in white lace, and matching white cotton pillows. There was a window seat, piled heavily with bikinis, swim suits, board shorts, and rash guards-guess what they all had in common-no, try it-guess-they were surfers. Nyx finally got up, listening to the surf crash on the secluded beach. Only one other person lived there besides the "women rights enforcers", Dean, the closest thing to a big brother-friend they had. Of course, Dean wasn't the surfer type, he body-boarded, but not occasionally, or in front of them. Back to the story *author averts gaze-blushing*. She tip-toed down the hard wooden floors, making a slight creak every now and then. Opening the back door slightly, she squeezed through, into the backyard-beach. She took in a deep breath of sea breeze, and walked to the garage, which didn't hold an excessive amount of cars, but a treasure trove of surf boards, short, long, swallow, fox, and body. Grabbing a short-board and a screw-driver, sat down and screwed in another 2 tails. Finishing up, and dusting off some irritating grains of sands from her pink shorts and black triangle, she headed out with her black board that depicted a blue-black hole in the middle of the universe. As she headed out, she saw a tanned figure with unruly black hair, striped blue, lying in the sand.
"Riles?" asked Nyx. The black bikini clad figure rose up, and look with her amethyst eyes at her silver and blue, crescent moon short-board which was now in pieces. "Damn Riley were you here all night?"
"Crap" She said looking at her dinged up board. "I guess so…I got worked so bad-I swear it was triple overhead last night"
Nyx laughed at this logic, in fact last night it was barely knee.
"You do realize it was dark last night, right?" She answered.
"Yeah… But it felt so intense" said Riley-half laughing at how she had expressed the word. "Oh wow look-it must be at least overhead." she pointed to the ocean.
Nyx turned her head; it was, in Riley's words-intense. There was so much white wash it could've been a huge bath tub with bubbles.
"I'm going back out there" continued Riley, running towards the garage.
"Hey!" a voice sounded off in the distance, causing Nyx to turn her head yet again. It was Dean.
"Oh hey there sexy!" yelled Nyx. They always joked about Dean and his "sexiness" because he always blushed when they said that.
It wasn't everyday that Dean walked along the beach, catching the "women rights enforcers" in their bikinis. Nyx tried to look confident. Of course, it was hard to be confident in front of a brown haired, honey-eyed, funny, talented, masculine *attention draws itself back in the author's mind*- boy. About being talented, Dean played the drums quite well, playing with his twin, Torrance, who was on the guitar. They only knew a couple of songs, but they were remarkable. Nyx had more in common with Torrance, which made it very hard to talk to Dean, because he was more of a yo-yo -or in other words, you couldn't tell whether he was serious at times or not, Torrance-on the other hand- was always joking. Dean and Nyx didn't have much to talk about.
Dean scanned up and down her body-and joked "Where's the rest of your clothes?"
"Oh-I needed a birthday suit-you know that guy on Jackass was beating me on the flesh-baring-scale" She came back coolly.
He smiled slightly, baring his teeth.
"I better get back out there, Lelani is tearing it up more then me" She said smiling back, and then running into the ocean, that went surprisingly well, not with the right person but well.
*later*
"Pipeline masters is canceled" Lelani announced, hanging up the phone.
"Wonderful" answered Riley sarcastically. "Well that a shopping opportunity-Hey Nyx- wanna go to go into the city with me-I need some books-really bored"
no answer.
"NYX!" she yelled.
"ah" Nyx sighed as cool, fresh water ran down her long black hair, her tanned mid-riff, then to her French manicured toes, rinsing off the sand. The sun set as she wrapped a warm towel over her body, and walked back inside.
Riley Hardwin wasn't all that different, living in N.Y. with some of her best surf buds, for the winter and moving back to the summer house in C.A. in the summer. She wasn't at all wild as Nyx, but sure as hell was funny, her wit coming somewhere from her sense of reaction.
Lelani Kinneret was a Pier 1 import, straight from P.I. (Philippines) and learning what some of the more complicated words meant, such as agrology. But she was still having a laugh or two yelling out parses such as "COCKROACH!" which had no relation to whatever subject occurred at the time.
This mass of "Women Rights" appeared to be moving together at the same time, even across country-it was in fact, The parents of these 3 were almost always away on business, giving them time to develop themselves freely, and equally in all qualities.
At this moment the sun was about to "graze its rays" on the beach in Malibu, setting a thick golden light on a little cottage-it wasn't very big-quite small in fact- but it was roomy enough. Its interior was done with refinished furniture-lots of cream and white colors and blue splashed in the middle. Crack. The sound of cracking bones and stretching reached Nyx's ears, still suffering from mere Jet-Lag from the day before. She opened her eyes. Then shut them. She had just opened them in the bright light flooding into the room. As her grey eyes adjusted to the extremity, her eyes pulled the "curtain" illusion, causing her to see perfectly again.
She opened them to the room she was in, the shared room. It had 3 white trundle beds, all covered in white lace, and matching white cotton pillows. There was a window seat, piled heavily with bikinis, swim suits, board shorts, and rash guards-guess what they all had in common-no, try it-guess-they were surfers. Nyx finally got up, listening to the surf crash on the secluded beach. Only one other person lived there besides the "women rights enforcers", Dean, the closest thing to a big brother-friend they had. Of course, Dean wasn't the surfer type, he body-boarded, but not occasionally, or in front of them. Back to the story *author averts gaze-blushing*. She tip-toed down the hard wooden floors, making a slight creak every now and then. Opening the back door slightly, she squeezed through, into the backyard-beach. She took in a deep breath of sea breeze, and walked to the garage, which didn't hold an excessive amount of cars, but a treasure trove of surf boards, short, long, swallow, fox, and body. Grabbing a short-board and a screw-driver, sat down and screwed in another 2 tails. Finishing up, and dusting off some irritating grains of sands from her pink shorts and black triangle, she headed out with her black board that depicted a blue-black hole in the middle of the universe. As she headed out, she saw a tanned figure with unruly black hair, striped blue, lying in the sand.
"Riles?" asked Nyx. The black bikini clad figure rose up, and look with her amethyst eyes at her silver and blue, crescent moon short-board which was now in pieces. "Damn Riley were you here all night?"
"Crap" She said looking at her dinged up board. "I guess so…I got worked so bad-I swear it was triple overhead last night"
Nyx laughed at this logic, in fact last night it was barely knee.
"You do realize it was dark last night, right?" She answered.
"Yeah… But it felt so intense" said Riley-half laughing at how she had expressed the word. "Oh wow look-it must be at least overhead." she pointed to the ocean.
Nyx turned her head; it was, in Riley's words-intense. There was so much white wash it could've been a huge bath tub with bubbles.
"I'm going back out there" continued Riley, running towards the garage.
"Hey!" a voice sounded off in the distance, causing Nyx to turn her head yet again. It was Dean.
"Oh hey there sexy!" yelled Nyx. They always joked about Dean and his "sexiness" because he always blushed when they said that.
It wasn't everyday that Dean walked along the beach, catching the "women rights enforcers" in their bikinis. Nyx tried to look confident. Of course, it was hard to be confident in front of a brown haired, honey-eyed, funny, talented, masculine *attention draws itself back in the author's mind*- boy. About being talented, Dean played the drums quite well, playing with his twin, Torrance, who was on the guitar. They only knew a couple of songs, but they were remarkable. Nyx had more in common with Torrance, which made it very hard to talk to Dean, because he was more of a yo-yo -or in other words, you couldn't tell whether he was serious at times or not, Torrance-on the other hand- was always joking. Dean and Nyx didn't have much to talk about.
Dean scanned up and down her body-and joked "Where's the rest of your clothes?"
"Oh-I needed a birthday suit-you know that guy on Jackass was beating me on the flesh-baring-scale" She came back coolly.
He smiled slightly, baring his teeth.
"I better get back out there, Lelani is tearing it up more then me" She said smiling back, and then running into the ocean, that went surprisingly well, not with the right person but well.
*later*
"Pipeline masters is canceled" Lelani announced, hanging up the phone.
"Wonderful" answered Riley sarcastically. "Well that a shopping opportunity-Hey Nyx- wanna go to go into the city with me-I need some books-really bored"
no answer.
"NYX!" she yelled.
"ah" Nyx sighed as cool, fresh water ran down her long black hair, her tanned mid-riff, then to her French manicured toes, rinsing off the sand. The sun set as she wrapped a warm towel over her body, and walked back inside.
