A stroll through the beach

Macy sat in the sand watching the electricity zap between her fingers. Macy was the daughter of Zeus. She had extremely curly, hair. The tight ringlets bounced whenever she walked. It was dark brown with light, golden highlights that seemed to flow with electricity itself. She wore khaki shorts and dark brown hiking boots and a white tank top with a simple golden jacket. She had a dark tan and stood at about 4'11, but anyone who criticized that, well lets just say it might be the last thing you do. Macy was respected everywhere for her fighting skills. Macy was probably about 15 too. Macy could be sweet, funny, and mischievously fun once you got to know her. But that was when you got to know her. Macy was rather defensive and hostile to new comers. Sometimes she didn't mean to sound that way though. But most of the time.

Macy heard the crunching of sand behind her. Without even turning around she said, "Hey there Jared." Macy could sense the frustration coming off of him at that. Macy could guess people pretty well and was known for it.