Age Page Rage?!

"I guess..." She closed her eyes again before the wind deposited more sand into her eye ducts. She just didn't like it; crazy hands into eyes, and she didn't like crying anyways, no matter if it was just a piece sand particle in the eyes.

"Hmm, you seem to know a lot about being a vampire, you must be pretty smart," Aoi commented.

"It's true. Vampires are just a victim of their own hunger."

She started to stare out into the ocean again. "So, there are many kinds of vampires, some that have lost control and just eat-um, drink, whatevers, right?

"So it's some kind of obsession, isn't it, for some vampires. I bet there's quite a few in SA. Guess you can never tell."

The coastline rolled in rather quickly and moistened her hands with the spray. She wiped them onto her way too big sweater, and held her face in boredom.

"The ocean, it's nice. Y'know, SA's a pretty big school to have snow and a beachside, isn't it?" Where she came from, it didn't snow, but there was a beach, where she hardly went. Sand was nice too, as long as it didn't have any broken glass fragments lying around. Why people liked littering in the sea with glass, or glass bottles, she never understood.

She sighed, letting her thoughts flow away with the waves. This place actually was peaceful if she let it be. A thought occured in her mind, making her snap her eyes open, and ask, "Hey, are there fun places to go to in SA? I told my mother I wouldn't get into trouble, but it doesn't seem easy to do anything that'd be noticable in the Academy grounds, or is there? I haven't been here long."

"Oh, right, they wouldn't."

'I wonder how many other people like getting into trouble. They would know.'

She shrugged to herself. Okay, now she was getting bored again, she thought, poking the sand with a piece of driftwood she found nearby. And then drawing a circle with a happy face in it. Sighing and pocketing the stick into her bag, she yawned.

From far away, ships had docked, in some places farther than the coastline. "Where do the boats go? You probably watch them, or at least hear something about them?"

"Ah, me gets, me gets!" she said, adding more emphasis on the last word because the sand hit her unexpectedly. "Ai! Sand fight!" she roared before running around, and kick up some sand at him, in some sort of childish revenge. She giggled loudly.

After some time, she became a little sane again. She was having quite a bit more fun than normal, so her hyperness had faded.

"I wonder why it never snows on the beachside... It's kinda weird."

"Wow, you really have a way with words," she commented, eyes sparkling with admiration. In truth, her sentence structure was horrible and it was nice to say stuff cool once in a while.

Her head bobbed in understanding. "So that's why..."

She sat upon her disturbed seat of sand again, and stared out into the ocean. The messy wind had subsided, and she guessed it was because it was annoyed at her hyperness. As if on cue, the wind blew more sand into her face, and she wiped it out, frustrated, with her very dirty sleeve of a sweater.