He drove our way down the side of the beach. I saw the waves crashed down and a little girl screamed and jumped back from the water. Another child was burying her dad and then there was a tall, tan man surfing in the waves, back out about 100 feet too far. Did he have a death wish to be eaten by a shark? It was his life I guess. I still couldn't help, but feel bad for him. But it was his decision and he didn't deserve my pity.
Jason passed the end of the beach and then we got to another part of Paris I didn't know he knew was there. He made a right turn into some woods and I held my breath as he took me to my past. Out here was a cemetery. It was where my parents were rested and where I became what I am.
My body suddenly felt weak and afraid. I felt like Cody was here and that he was wat
