Frogs and Sandcastles [open]

[phoebe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Sure, it was a little brisk outside, and sure, it was windy, but those little weather things didn't bother Phoebe a bit. She had always been determined as a little girl, and she certainly didn't grow out of that trait yet. After all, the hyper-active sophomore just wanted to spend a day at the beach. In the cold. On her only day off. Between track, band, choir, and glee, Phoebe hardly got any time for herself. That was mostly okay, as she loved being involved around school and flittering to different events. Unfortunately, it also took a toll on her, especially when her busiest time of year was happening. Contest for band and choir, track practices, glee competitions... it never ended! Phoebe just wanted an escape. While most people slept or did homework on their days off, Phoebe had a different approach. A relaxing, quiet day at the beach. It wouldn't be too busy, as it was a sunday morning. Phoebe didn't know if she could handle busy. She had been busy all week, going from hurdle jumping to singing a latin solo to quartet practice on a german piece. Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, Mozart really didn't want her to have a social life it seemed. The first violin part was flourishes and trills and really just a hand killer. "Well, I'll have buff hands, that's for sure." Indeed, the calluses were getting a nice workout from all of her activities. Even playing ukulele strengthened them.... which was why she brought her ukulele down to the beach with her. It wasn't a long trip, biking did tend to make everything fly by, and soon enough she was walking across the coarse sand of the beach. It had been a good long time since she had last visited the shore. Felix and her had made a trip down once, and she vaguely remembered a cute guy, trying to dunk Felix in the water, and a soiled attempt at burying her lower body. It had been so fun, and left Phoebe with only good, warm memories of it's sandy terrain. Immediately she sat her bag down, an old knapsack partially patched with burlap and vintage cloth, to capture her new form of entertainment. It had... hopped right into view. A dark green frog, shiny from the water, hopped along in front of her, and Phoebe, still being a kid at heart, gave into the urge to chase it. Round and round they went across the beach, closing into the shore. Phoebe hadn't the right shoes to run, so she was forced to badly jog behind it, giving the frog an advantage as it hopped into the shallow water. Phoebe followed suit, suddenly grateful for her high-waisted shorts. When she emerged from the water, almost all of the way covered in water from slipping and falling twice, there was a frog in her hands, and a giant smile on her face. "You put up a good fight, and for that, I shall have to reward you, my most respected rival. " Phoebe jogged back to her bag and sat down with the frog. "One sandcastle it is!" The sophomore got to work keeping the frog in check and trying to build the sandcastle. It wasn't going very well. Or well. At all. Who knew frogs were so hard to hold? Maybe the person walking up behind her did.

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Notes: That frog just doesn't appreciate a good castle.

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