Fantastic+Setting

"Blah, blah, blah" only another 180 days left of school before summer time the best time of the year. I sit here in my science class listening to my teacher talk about chemicals and who knows what else. He's about average height, old wrinkly face, it looks like he ate a lemon with his face all scrunched and what not. He wears a red plaid button up collar half tucked into his black khaki pants, black shoes and tries to act like he's back in his high school. He says things like 'Dude' and 'What's up'. Lame. The classroom is cozy I guess, kind of small only 10 kids in my class total, my whole graduating class is about 97. I live in a small town, an eighth of the size of New York City.

I don't like to pay attention in class so I dream. I dream of places no one would ever think to go. Places that have big towering, brilliant, colorful trees. A place where all the maple and oak and ash trees change colors for the season and stay that color. With miles and miles of land stretching in all directions. A place where the season doesn't change, it doesn't get blistering hot where you want to sit inside all day in the nice cool air-conditioning and do nothing, and it doesn't get so cold where you have to go throw layers and layers of clothing on and worry about frost bite. No it's nothing of that sort but a place of calm and adventure, where my mind can wonder. Birds chirping away the day, deer graze in the grass soaking up the warmth of the sun, fish jumping up out of the river. You can adventure to any place you want. You can watch high up in the sky, as the sky changes to different shades of pink and purple and orange illuminating the setting of the sun on the horizon. Slowly, slowly ever so slowly does the sun fall down behind the the tall green hills in the mountain and the night air becomes chill and calm to owls chirping in the cool dark night. Raccoons and all the other night creatures prowl around for snacks and other meals they can get there grubby little hands on to feast for dinner.

As the clock strikes the time to leave your class you snap back to reality real fast forgetting everything you just began to dream about. Great, now I got to sit in another class for 42 minutes and listen to the teacher ramble on about nonsense. Unless you want to sit there and dream again, where else can I go this time. The moon? Egypt? Paris? Oh, maybe even down in the deep blue sea? Oh I know where I want to go.

The beach.

The background is filled with soft melodically filled music, the ocean a beautiful clear blue sea, the sand is nice and warm it feels soft on foot almost like walking on the clouds, people from miles in both direction play or lay in the sun soaked sand to get a nice tan or just build sand castles. Many families gather here every year to laugh, play, swim, and just all around have a good time. With the waves crashing down on the sand, people jumping into the waves to avoid being taken under with one. Lifeguards blow there whistle when it is time for them to get off duty, the sound of umbrella's flapping as the wind blows, and children screaming as they run from the waves crashing with the sand. Ah, it is such a beautiful sight to see. You can smell the salt water on the ocean or taste the chips of sandwiches you made for lunch that day or even listen to the murmuring of people conversing from close by. I would rather be stuck on a beach any day than in a stinky old class room that smells like cat litter right now, good thing this is my last period. Mmm I just love the sweet sounds and smells of the beach, it brings back such good memories.