Annette walked down the board walk and looked up at the sun, a big ball of gas burning millions of miles away , yet it seemed so close. Annette loved the feel of the sun on her face and shoulders. She took a step onto the stairs leading down to the beach, Annette clutched her towel and stuff closer to her chest. Her soft feet hit the course, hot sand and winced. She dropped her flip flops from her bundle, stuffed her feet into them and continued walking. Not a lot of people were on the beach today, most kids her age were at pool parties and playing football in the sun. Annette was at the beach alone, James had gone back to work yesterday and she was alone again. She put her towel on a soft patch of sand about 100 feet from an elderly people applying sun block. Annette shuddered, old people were gross. she dug her small umbrella into the sand and put her stuff on the towel. She pulled off her orange jumper, showing her red swim costume. She ran to the water and dove into the cool and refreshing salt water. She floated for a while and then went back to her towel to dry off. When she came back to her towel and she realized her bag was missing. She dug in the sand muttering to her self,"oh no, oh no, mum and dad are going to kill me" She heard snickering from behind a large log of drift wood. "Emile give me back my bag!" Annette yelled. A sandy colored head of hair appeared from behind the log, then a shirtless Emile stood, dangling her bag between his fingers.

Emile ambled onto the hot sand, ready for a hot  day at the beach. He spotted  his friends were about 50 meters away, waving for him.  He dashed as fast as he could to his buddies, tripping and stumbling in an awkward style.  One of his accomplices held up a ball.  It was game time.  "I call fly half!" Emile shouted, a bit loudly. Suddenly he felt as if someone was watching him.  A girl, his hottie senses told him.  Annette Lotusorder gazed in his direction.  "She is so in to you, Emile."  "Shut up," Emile replied.  "She hates me; she makes fun of me all the time." His friend mumbled, " that's cause she likes you, duh." Emile found his eyes wandering towards Annette. He was caught in a trance.  Annette's wavy blonde hair seemed to move in slo-mo.   He stared some more until he heard his buds calling out positions and picking teams. "Emile, you're captain. Emile?"  Emile was running to his target, Annette's bag.  But first, to look at her again, one last time.  His friends stopped picking teams as they gazed in Emile's direction.  Boy, Annette looked hot in her bathing suit. Her wet blonde hair was now dark and brown.   Out of his trance, Emile quickly grabbed his bag and jumped behind a piece of driftwood, and waited. He heard someone walking by and rose, laughing and shirtless. As Annette begged for her bag, Emile loaded up and chucked the bag to his buddies, then ran.  Fast.

Annette ran after the group of boys that had her bag. She screamed,"Emile Lawson when I get you, you are so dead!" The boys cackled in an evil way. They kicked up sand in there wake, it stung Annette's eyes but she continued to run. She leaped over the old people and a few kids making a sand castle. She chased them for 10 minutes straight, gaining on the large boy that held her bag. Then, the boy threw the bag over the herd of boys and a short red haired boy jumped up and caught the bag. Annette cut to the right and was on the brink of exhaustion when she tripped over a big chunk of drift wood . Annette screamed in pain and fell to the ground holding her ankle, her tears streamed down her itchy face and she sobbed loudly. Some of the boys, including Emile turned around and started walking towards her, with concerned expressions on their guilty faces.

Emile ran to his friends, and the chase began.  They led Annette in circles as she attempted to retrieve her bag.  They laughed as they tossed around the bag.  Then, Emile heard a plop.  Emile dropped Annette's bag and turned around.  Annette sat there, sobbing loudly, sporting a big gash on her ankle.  He and a few other boys walked slowly towards her, felling very guilty.  The boys who hung back were laughing their heads off.  This was a serious situation; Annette may need more then a butterfly to close that wound, and yet his "friends" continued to giggle and snicker at the wounded Annette.  Emile turned back and ran towards the laughing group.  He punched the boy who was holding Annette's bag so hard he fell to the dust.  He felt a little bad, but he'd get over it.  He came back to Annette, noting the awkwardness of the situation.  No one was laughing as Emile hugged Annette as her tears fell on his shirtless body.  He picked her up and carried her from the beach, her bag dangling between his fingers.

Annette watched as Emile walked over and walloped the short boy who had caught her bag in the face. Annette gasped and cried harder as the other boys pointed and laughed at her. She curled herself into a ball, her ankle still sticking out uselessly from her leg. Then, she felt a pair of strong, warm arms wrap around her. She looked up and saw Emile by her side, holding her. She pressed her face into his bare chest. He moved her arm down and lifted her knees, and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and lifted her off the blood stained sand. His eyes shot daggers at the other boys as he picked up her bag and started back for her towel about two kilometers away. She wrapped her arms around his neck, he was a lot stronger than she had given him credit for. She turned her face to his,"Thank you" she whispered ,"Why did you do that though?" He stared straight ahead."That was brave of you though, punching that other boy in front of 15 others, when they could have beaten you." He didn't respond "I'm sorry"

Emile could be a big teddy bear when needed, but that doesn't mean he'd like to admit it.  He walked, trying not to let on the small burden he was carrying was a burden.  Annette continued to cry for a bit more as they walked in silence, then Emile noticed he had dropped Annette's bag.  "Wait here," Emile said as he sat her down on the pathway back to the house.  "Emile!!!!!!! Don't leave! Helllllllllp!!!!!" Annette cried as Emile stalked back up the path, a predator, and his prey, was revenge, and Annette's bag, of course.  The boys were still standing around, laughing about the experience.  A pang of annoyance rose in him when he noticed the boy who he had laid out earlier was now standing.  But once the boys started to laugh once more(accept for his REAL friends), that sparked the flame.  "You hugged a giiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrl!!!!!" That lit the fuse. "You're a weakling, you suck!"  That blew up the dynamite.  Emile ran towards the boys, punching and kicking the opposing force.  But suddenly, a stunning blow hit his ribs.  He fell to the sandy ground, helpless.  Then, a fist connected with his head, and the lights went out. 

Annette yelled after Emile as he placed her down on the path. She waited and waited. She heard smart remarks coming from boys on the other side of the concrete wall Emile had propped her up against. After a minute she heard shouts and a sickening thud.

Annette was scared to look but she tried to stand up. It was painful, her ankle stung like hell, but she managed to push herself up the wall and inched side ways to the end the wall. She peered around wall and saw the group of boys circling something, then she saw that her bag was a few meters away. If she could just get to her bag she could fix her ankle with her wand and save Emile, if it wasn't broken...

Annette got on all fours and started crawl toward her bag. She was so close when another round of shouts erupted from the circle of boys. Emile's face popped out above the rest and was dragged down again. She had it! She dug around in the bag until she pulled out her wand, Then, she put it back, it couldn't help her, she wasn't trained yet! She wanted to aim for the boy closest to her and pointed with her wand,"Flipendo" but that would get her in serious trouble.

Instead, she crawled to the ankles of the closets boy and pulled them. He face collided with the sand. The rest of them ran. She dragged herself over to Emile, his head was cut and his ribs looked bruised. "Wake up Emile!" Annette commanded Emile began to stir and his eyes, suddenly, flew open.

Emile regained consciousness to see Annette's concerned face frowning back.  The boys had backed up a bit, but that didn't mean he didn't want to pound their faces in.  Wanting to leave the pier, he suddenly picked up Annette and walked from the scene, not wanting anything to do with the situation.  on the way out, Annette pecked him on the cheek