Sour, salty, sea air sprays Amy's rosy cheeks as she skips through the sand on the beach. Amy spends all day at the beach. Amy feels she belongs there. Crash of the waves, squawk of the sea gulls, whistle of the fresh air, warm rays of sunshine and the smooth, golden

sand.

The sun slowly sets yawning as it falls gently to bed. Little Amy sprints off to her aged beach side home to meet her loving mother for a well deserved dinner. Fresh, oily mussel fritters with a spicy chilli sauce. The delicous mussel fritters quickly dissapear. Yumm! Bed time for Amy.

It is 1:26 in the morning. Amy is worried and confused, she rolls, tosses and turns about in her soft, smooth bed. Her brow is damp and hot. Every warm, sunny day she has skipped to the beach glad and happy. But, every quiet night she has a think, she feels that some kind of magic lies on that large, mysterious but, beautiful beach. She has always beleived in Mermaids. Shimmering tails, caramel skin, long wavy hair and deep dark moon beam eyes. Magic!

Through her silent home, Amy tip, toes breathlessly through the creaky halls lugging her heavy bag as she goes. She makes her way outside its icy cold, high winds, foggy, cloudy skys, this night feels deadly. But she has to find a mermaid, she just has too!

Amy has loved Mermaids all her life. There sparkling tails, glistening, silky hair, a strong connection to the sea and the voice of an angel. Wouldn't it be amazing to meet one!

Sitting on the damp chilly sand. Hours and hours pass slowly. The beach is so sour and lonley at night. Amy's cheeks turn sour blue and her knees fall to the ground, she feels as if she is frozen. Suddenly she has seen it! A human like figre leaps out of the water but, not with legs but a tail!

Amy lunges into the icy, deep ocean waters. She wades into the sea every step leaves her colder and colder. Suddenly she colapses. Face patched blue, eyes fadding, lips a cloudy purple and sickningly drenched. She needs help! Fast!