Holding a secret
Walking, a cold, autumn breeze rips through my clothes. Shivering, I look ahead. Just waves. There is nothing there but waves. Don’t be scared of something that is not there. One little secret will not hurt.
Cold pricks my barefeet as I step into a puddle. Yelping, I jump back. If I keep this secret for much longer, I am going to die. I can’t take this cold; I can’t! I need to get out of here! The secret….the cold!
Taking off in a sprint, panicking, I feel the autumn air ripping my lungs. I need to get out of here! I need to get out of here! Too big of a secret!
Finally, I make it to my small beach home. Shivering and shaking, I take out my keys. After several attempts of shaking hands, I get the door open.
Oh no, oh no! He is here! My brother is here! He must know. Oh no!
