**hey guys- this week I am just going to publish a creative wring piece that I wrote for English, I hope you like it.
Anna opened the window and leaned out, letting the sun dipped petunias saunter on her face as they hung from above. After breathing in the polished blue horizon, she pulled herself inside again and grabbed one of the glass jars that sat beside the door.
“You won’t need your jacket today, Lily!” Anna called behind her as she stepped onto the rough stone street. The breeze was a year round resident in the cliffs of Polperro, Cornwall, and it tugged at her cerulean sundress.
Lily came galloping out, her own jar clutched in her hand. Her spindling blond hair whipped around her freckled face, looking up at her big sister.
“Ready, Annie?” Lily grinned, and they took a right on the narrow streets. Cottages like their own and various stores crowded together as if to get a better look at the magnificent ocean that lounged ahead of them.
When the sisters began to drop in elevation, Lily picked up pace leaving no time for Anna to examine the window boxes and flower pots scattered among the alleys. It was the last time she would make this trip, and she wanted to get a one last look at all these wonderfully ordinary things. Next week, Anna would be heading of to University in London, and this Sunday afternoon routine would have to be put on hold for them. The glass jar swung at her side as Anna dawdled in order to take it all in. Lily ran ahead once more, skipping and humming.
Closing the distance between her and Lily while they passed the Polperro Pub, Anna was pulled out of her reminiscing.
“Almost at the docks, Annie!” Lily sang, and indeed up ahead lay the ocean at low tide. The sailboats seem to give the seagull deprecating glances as the ill mannered birds weren’t so poised about their chatter and their diet. The girls headed to a sandy spot next to the docks, even for locals the salty stench was shocking.
Fish and chip vendors busied themselves in shady places by the docks. When they got to the water Lily examined the ground for a minute, before exclaiming:
“Alright then, I’ll get the white ones and you’ll get the greens!”
“No fair,” Anna chuckled, “there are way more white than green.”
Instead of responding Lily crouched down and began picking up the smooth, cloudy pieces of sea glass and putting them in her jar. With a look of concentration both of them continued this way for an hour, their jars rattled and clanked to measure their progress. After a while, Lily sat down on the sand saying:
“There’s a lot every Sunday it seems…..like more come just for us.”
Anna sat beside her, and realized her little sister’s somber expression.
“Do they have sea glass in London, Annie?” Lily asked.
“I would suppose so,” Anna tilted her head and looked longingly at the ocean.
“I don’t think though,” Anna continued you after a moment, “that any place in the world has sea glass like Polperro does.”
Smiling, Lily and Anna stood up, brushing off the sand from their dresses. They headed up the beach and back into the town, clutching their now filled jars. Anna beamed at her sister,
“But I guess the only way to know for sure is if you come visit me and we go look ourselves.”
