Class Journal Response

The sand beneath my toes, I looked towards the turquoise sky. My silk dress waving in the wind. Relief flowed through me like the waves on the salty ocean. I could see something off in the distance, but I was too happy to care. I laid back in the sun warmed sand, and closed my eyes. Dreaming, I pictured myself in a boat, rowing and rowing, never having to look back. But suddenly, a storm began to form. Pummeling through the sky, like a rogue animal. I immediatly started to panic; but as soon as the first bolt of lightning lit up the sky, I woke up. I looked to my left, and the thing in the distance was gone. It must have been my imagination. I thought. I closed my eyes again, but heard a soft whispering in my ear, sounding like a different language. I jolted out of my relaxation, and stood up.
"Who's there?" I squeaked. My heart pumping at a billion miles an hour, I heard it again, only this time it spoke in english.
"Look towards the sky..." It said. I obeyed, and realized what I had seen earlier today. A ghost. I started running, I didn't know where, but I didn't care. As long as I was away from that place. I passed the bike path leading to the beach, and found myself in the small town of Pearl, Florida. A suburb off of Lake Placid. A hawk flew in the air. And I swear it was following me. I passed the "New York Fashion" store and ignored the beauiful lace and cotton dresses in the window. And I collided head on with a pineapple stand.
"I'm terribly sorry." I chirped to the pineapple stand man. He gave me a dirty look, but I contined running. I stopped to catch my breath in an alley. But I ran into a familiar face... The ghost.