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The overhead sun blared its fiery scorch upon the bright blue waves coming from the current of the ocean bowels. Moving like a gentle queen in her most graceful movements, the waved seemed to be masters at guiding themselves. Quite a sight to behold, and more rather than sitting inside hiding away from all of this beauty, a young boy by the name of Nathor peered out his beach house window. It was such a wonderful sight to set one's eyes upon, and he fulled appreciated it. His eyes sparkled as he watched the sun's rays bounce off from each and every grain of sand.. and his imagination flowed heavily, inside of his ten year old complex mind. He moved his legs from the bed post carefully, as he shifted his body into an erect position. Once he sat up, it was a lot better. He could feel his energy flowing through every crevice, and every pore of his skin, making absolute contact with his blood vessels. This is going to be a perfect day! He thought as his eyes shimmered with the possibilities of him being the main center of attention. Pictures flashed in his mind, as a bright smile eased it's way upon his face. The young boy hopped up from his bed, built up with so much energy, he nearly hit the ceiling. Which hung lower than most anyways, but that wasn't the point. As soon as his small and petite feet hit the rug that was neatly designed with Egyptian hieroglyphics, his deep blue eyes set themselves upon the one obstacle that made itself very present. His room... Dang it..Mom did say I had to clean this room first.. He said running his hand thoroughly through his dark brown tufts of hair, that lie in absolute conglomeration at best upon his head. Nathor slumped his shoulders slowly, as a large hesitant sigh escaped from his lips. He had put this off for so long.. it only seemed natural.. that his mother would make him do it, before going to the beach...

The young boy's torso bent down as he reached for an old toy. Looking upon it's face, he felt rather nostalgic, thinking about the memories this single token.. had deeply imprinted upon it. His eyes laid themselves upon the unsightly terror that was his room. Is this how mom feels every time she had to clean? He asked himself, thinking about not wanting to do this, when he had something better he could be doing. Nathor shrugged his shoulders as he picked up toys from random strewn out locations upon the carpeted floor. Nathor rolled his eyes as he finished picking up the random assortment of toys from his floor and placed them semi neatly in a bucket, a large green tote to be more precise. It had a rectangular shape to it, and had a label upon the front of it. Which was clearly written in permanent Marker, "TOYS". Nathor pushed the heavy contained back under his raised bed, with a grunt of stress uttering itself from his gentle lips. He fell to his knees and got a slight rug burn as they heavily ran upon the carpet's rough texture. Sighing, with relief that his room would be done soon, he slowly stood to his feet, as his pajama's hung loosely around his frame. The black and white checkered shirt was almost raggedy, and ridden with a few stains, from the grass outside, or random condiments he decided to have with his meals. The time seemed to sail by as he began to pick up dirty apparel from his floor, corners of the bed, anywhere really. He usually just threw his clothes around and wherever they landed was where they stayed until he cleaned his room.. like he was doing now. He passed along the walls, as he made sure nothing was out of place. He was getting pretty bored of this morning, in fact.. about the only thing in him that wasn't bored... was the fact that he'd be going to the beach after this dull event.

Nathor's palms reached down as he picked up the last thing that was needed to be picked up in his room. A chrome framed with a picture of his younger sister, Kiria smiled in it. Seeing this with his own eyes, he couldn't feel but overwhelmed by a smile as he looked at her innocence. "Sis, when are you coming back?" He muttered softly, so that only himself could really hear it. Not that mattered too much anyhow, his mother was downstairs cooking breakfast.. by the smell that was angelically floating through the house now. Nathor placed the picture on his desk and fixed up his bed. His hands floated along the edges of the perfectly aligned blankets, hovering almost above the bed lining. He allowed himself another heavenly sniff of the scent climbing up to his room from downstairs. Nathor slowly walked to his door and flicked off the light switch as he took his leave of the sanctuary that was his lair. The boy smirked to himself as his stomach rumbled. Which was natural, as his mother was a cook to be reckoned with. He had never tasted food so good. It seemed everything she made, always had a certain spice to it. Which made it all the better, not counting the part of course where one had to wait to eat. He frowned at that thought, but was instantly gratified with a plate appearing in front of his view, with his mother's hand backing up after setting it down. Nathor stared hungrily at the plate filled to the brim with assorted breakfast entree's. His eyes widened as the view of eggs, sausage, toast, hash, and a few other things were in his view. Before he had taken his first bite however, his mother kissed his forehead and placed a cup of orange juice next to his plate. "So did you clean your room?" She asked him with a smile on her face, that seemed to be one filled with the hope of not having to go do it herself.

The small boy looked at his mother, taking in her motherly appearance before saying anything. She wore her normal attire which consisted of a loose shirt, and a baggy pair of jeans, that hung loosely around her midsection. It was normal ordinary for her, but the thing that always made Nathor happy in the morning is when his mother always seemed to smile at him, with a certain, dazzling shine to her face. Which always made him feel at home and loved. He had nothing against her, and no complaints. She was the best mother in the world to him.. and he would go far out of his own way to bring proof to back up that claim if he needed to. He finally took a deep breath before looking back into her eyes and grinning. "Yes mommy." He replied to her, immediately bending his head down so he could "enlighten" himself into her feast. Every bite, every taste of every molecule that entered his mouth, and touched his taste buds, was heavenly. Her breakfasts, were always without any exception, cooked perfectly. He doubted very much that there was a thing on this world, that could reach it's perfection. Nathor set down his fork trying to clear his mouth and throat of the food he had just practically inhaled. His mother frowned softly and rushed to him, immediate tapping her hand across his back, with a good amount of force until he was able to swallow the food. His mother handed him the cup of orange juice as he gasped and took it immediately. Once he returned to normal breathing and had a smile on his face, his mother shook her head. "Nathor honey, how many times have I told you? You've got to slow down your eating pattern. Otherwise something bad might happen if you aren't careful." She said in a very elaborate and very serious voice. Nathor nodded at her seriousness and gulped. "Aww.. cheer up Honey.. I know you'll do better." Nathor smiled and grinned. He finished off his meal and hugged his mother gently.

"I'm ready for the beach mommy." He announced after breaking off from the embrace. Her eyes, which were the same deep blue as his, and her hair, also a dark brown, seemed all at once to look at him gently. "Alright.. go get changed then." She said pushing his back gently as he dashed off towards his room. Nathor grinned as he ran up the stairs and back into his lair, so ineptly titled his "room". He began rummaging through his drawers until he found what he was looking fore. A pair of swimming trunks, white and black in color with a cool floral design integrated into them. He smiled as he stripped down to nothing and stepped into the trunks. They fit perfectly, allowing for a smile to protrude instantly from his mouth. "Cowabunga!" He said jumping half a foot into the air with one arm raised to the sky. He giggled as he remembered where he got that, and followed through to grab his sandals, which were ...under his bed. HE nearly smacked himself as he realized his mistake. Nathor strapped the sandals onto his feet with the Velcro strips built onto them. Once accomplished he once again left his room, dousing the light, as he had. His footsteps pounded lightly on the floor boards below. He made his trip back downstairs where his mother was waiting for him, and the beach things already safely packed into the car. He smiled as they headed down the road, towards their usual spot, frowning as they came closer and closer to their spot. Nathor hopped out as his mother pulled to a stop and slowly turned the ignition key to shut the car off.. Nathor shook his head.... "No.." He said with hurt embedded in his eyes. "NO!" He screamed with anger. "This is our spot, why are there people here..?" He yelled. His mother looked embarrassed from his outburst, and sighed as she made an apology to the people.

Nathor reluctantly followed her back to the car, his face sullen, and his eyes filled with water. "mommy thats our spot.." He said to her, feeling angry still. "Nathor sweetie, don't worry too much about it.. The beach is just way too crowded today.. What if we go tomorrow ok?" She suggested. "Does that sound better?" Nathor sighed and reluctantly nodded to himself, his dreams were crushed, and his mood was sour. A bright flash of lightning filled the skies as Nathor jumped in his seat. Rain began to pour from the skies as if someone had picked up an ocean and dropped it onto the earth. Nathor looked at his mother as they shared a simple reaction... laughter...