Just Enough

Tamora sat on the beach, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her large green eyes peered out at the pink sunset, it was almost smeared with too much color, just the way she liked it. Ever since the surplus of new students, she hadn't had time to just wander like she used to. She did hope to adjust, but she only met a handful of the new kids.

She reached up and tied her almost-red hair into an unruly ponytail, kicking out her legs in the sand. She was dressed in jean shorts ( the worn ones that frayed at the edges ) and an old red tanktop. Her eyes sparked with an idea. In a blink of an eye, she stood up and dove into the slow moving waves.