Malovolence
I had just woken up from my dream: I was falling upside down. But that was not what concerned me… it was the fact that it was neither light nor dark. Just clear. It was an odd sensation. Then I saw these awkward figures I had never seen in my life. They were miles away, yet, they were all holding my left hand, on the other side, there was just one person, holding out a hand.
Then everything went a really bright white. But not the white anyone likes, just that glare… then I saw dimness, then a soft, calming white. And then, I couldn’t see. Then it all ended, I had woken up.
I checked the time: it was 9:30 in the morning, and luckily, it was the fourth day of Summer vacation.
I sat on the deck, looking over the ocean rushing in to meet the sand. I loved the beach with my life, and particularly the feeling of the sand washing under my feet.
The summer air was vibrant, and fresh, very refreshing to the lungs after being stuck in school back in New York. The faint smell of salt healed my senses as I was still groggy from my sleep.
“Fried or scrambled?” Mom asked.
“Fried, three please,” I replied happily, as I hopped up onto the stool, next to the griddle that was popping hot oil. There was a knock at the door, and my little brother, Aaron, answered it with glee. It was Justin, my friend. He was my only friend who lived around here.
“Hey man, I’m goin’ surfin’. You wanna come?” Justin asked.
“Umm, how bout after breakfast?” I suggested. Justin left, only to come back in another ten minutes.
Justin had blonde hair that came down just a little past his ears, and curled a little at the end. He had bright, blue eyes, which could easily be spotted in an ocean of crowds. His soft spray of freckles over his nose gave him a nice touch. He usually had on a T-shirt made by Aeropostale, or Abercrombie or Quicksilver. If he didn’t have on his swimsuit, had on his kaki shorts. His shoes were flip flops or sandals on the beach, barefoot in the ocean, and skate shoes on cement.
I have walnut hair, that is the same style as Justin’s. My eyes were a harsh, clear misty blue. My clothing, back at home, was jeans, an undershirt, and a collared shirt with skating shoes, or tennis shoes. Here, near the beach, just the same as Justin.
My name is Cameron Hodges, and I am California. I live in a condo in Murry, Utah. And this story is the scariest, worst, best, most exciting thing that happened to me…

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That was a great story! Keep up the good work! But I do have one thing wrong with it. You said he is in California, but then you said he lives in a condo in Murray, Utah. Other than that, great job on the story and keep it up!

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Thanks Zerachial for this awesome siggy!!!!

Wow, great story man. You weren't lying when you said you won a writing reward.

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I AM NATE THE GREAT;D