sandcastles.
des monstres.
disclaimer: Sadly, no.
I've got to get back home
'Cause I'm in love.
A little girl with a tuft of cotton-candy-colored hair was standing atop white sands. In her tiny fist was the handle of a fire-engine-red wagon which was filled with colorful shovels and buckets and molds. Her face was marked with a look of determination. Suddenly, she proudly declared to the seagulls walking on the beach,
"Today, I will build the biggest sandcastle in the world!"
Then, she turned to the blue, blue ocean and angrily pointed in its general direction.
"And you!" she referred to the water, "You will not wash it away!"
With a huff, she spun around in her skirted swimsuit and walked back up the beach. She laid out her building tools and picked out the biggest bucket she had. She then proceeded to run to the shore as quickly as her tiny legs could carry her and filled the bucket up to the brim. Bucket in hand, she ran back to her spot on the small hill and proceeded to wet the sand.
The salty water transformed the once white sand to a dark grey with which the young girl packed into the biggest castle mold she had in her stash. When the plastic mold was crammed with enough sand, she flipped it over into its upright position and let it sit for a moment. She tapped the sides and top with her small yet strong hands, muttered a made-up magic word, and with an enthusiastic "ta-da!" she revealed her perfectly made sandcastle to the world.
Grinning from ear to ear, she proceeded to fill up another sandcastle mold. But as she was about to peel off the mold of her second castle, a tiny yet rather haughty voice interrupted her.
"What are you doing?"
The pink-haired child looked up at the intruder with a large smile on her face.
"I'm making a sandcastle!"
The new boy stared blankly with his black, black eyes.
"That's stupid."
The girl's sea foam green eyes grew wide with horror.
"It is not stupid!" she cried indignantly. "Sandcastles are the best!"
"No, they're not," the boy was quick to retort. "Tomatoes are the best."
"What! Sandcastles and tomatoes aren't even in the same category!"
"When you talk about what is 'best,' you're including everything."
The girl simply gave him an odd stare.
"You're weird," she said.
The young boy shot a glare that shouldn't belong on a kid his age.
"No, I'm not. You just lack the intelligence to comprehend what I'm saying."
She kept looking at him funny before deciding, "You don't know how to have fun."
"Of course I know how to have fun!" he said furiously.
"Fine then," she replied. "Prove it. If you know how to have fun, build a sandcastle that's bigger and better than mine."
"Building sandcastles are a waste of time. I won't do it," the angry boy said in response.
She scoffed and muttered under her breath, "Scaredy cat."
He bristled at her remark. "Fine! I accept your challenge, and I will beat you!"
"You better keep to your word!" the girl shouted with a triumphant grin.
The two went down on their knees and began their projects. As the sun moved across the sky, the sandcastles grew and grew. The two children were dedicated to their tasks and building with gusto. Once in a while, they would rush to the ocean to refill their buckets with water. Some time passed, and the two eventually declared the end of their match. They each evaluated the other's sandcastle and even asked some passing children and adults which one they thought was better.
In the end, the winner was the boy.
"You might've won this time, but I'll definitely beat you!" the pinkette declared.
"You wish," the other taunted. "You'll never beat me at anything. No one ever has."
"Then, I'll be the first!"
"I'll hold you to that. How about another match tomorrow?"
"Yeah! How about a swimming contest?"
"It doesn't matter. I'll still beat you."
"Don't worry, I'll take you down! You'll see! Tomorrow I—"
"Sakura-chan! It's time to go home!"
The green-eyed girl jumped at the sound of her mother's voice.
"It looks like I have to go home now," she said, looking a little solemn.
"Sasu-chan, we're leaving now!"
She giggled as the boy turned a bright shade of red.
"You have a cute name, Sasu-chan," she said with a laugh.
"My name's Sasuke," he replied, a bit annoyed.
She continued to laugh.
"Sure, Sasu-chan. I'll see you tomorrow."
"It's Sasuke!"
"Whatever!"
With a happy laugh, the little girl left with her now-sandy wagon and ran to her mother to go home.
"Kaa-san, guess what! I made a new friend!"
I love the image of a pouty baby Sasuke.
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