Book by: charlotte.jonesx
We throw our bikes down onto the uneven ground below and run to the trees; the sound of waves echoes the landscape we were admiring. Hanging and swinging from the beautiful trees with the sun beaming through every gap shone a pattern on his face and I can’t help starring, until his eyes meet mine, I then adjust my eyes to look at the branch above me. Cautiously clambering up the tree until we find a spot in which we sit, as we drop our weight we immediately move together almost as if a magnetic force is between us. Shouting carelessly whilst laughing, our legs dangled from the tree as if they weren’t connected to the rest of our bodies; freedom has never felt so good. I make every excuse to look at him; whether it’s just to move a ‘leaf’ from his hair or just to simply dust his cheek from ‘dirt’.
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