Brighton Holiday

After my Dad ran the Marathon, we decided to go to the Brighton Beach. The waves hit the docks furiously. Ella, Gabriel, Amy, Adrian and I decided to ,in a way, tease the sea. We ran in, we ran out, we ran in, we ran out. Missing the waves by inches. We moved across toward bigger waves. I then decided that I wanted to wear flip flops.
A huge wave came out... My flip flop slipped off.
"Lauren! The flip flop!" Ella shouted.
I ran. I grabbed the flip flop... But a huge wave pushed me towards the shore. And I was drenched.

I shivered under Gabriel's jumper home without going on a single ride at the pier...