Abigail R.

The blonde haired boy flung himself forward as far as he could in an effort to grab the round, black stone first. His competition, a short, dark-skinned boy in blue shorts and a Batman T-shirt seemed frozen in his tense running stance. The other children stood by and hollered above the sound of the ocean’s waves breaking against the shore. The sky seemed to darken and the thunder rumbled as the blonde boy crashed into the warm sand, his small fist closing around the cool smooth surface of the stone. 

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