(Seeing as how we're all ending up in the same place anyway, I thought I'd try a little.....different approach.)
Name: Jordan
Age: 14
Height: 5'9 (Haha, Chrystie!)
Appearance: Very dark brown hair, hazel eyes, slight tan.
Wearing: (currently) Dark green hawaiin themed trunks, a white shirt, Nevados strap sandals, and a black pair of glasses on his head.
Location: A beach....location unknown at the time hehe...
Personality: A bit of a daydreamer......more soon!
Oh, a fine way to spend my Summer Vacation, Jordan thought, as he poked his pick into a nearby sprite can, which was crushed under the feet of many tourists as they sprinted down the hot sandy beach towards the cool water at the ocean shore.
So I realized I didn't have enough money to pay for that all-you-can-eat-buffet, after, I finished. So what? People do it all the time!
"But this.....is cruel and unusual punishment!" Jordan exclaimed, and he stabbed his pick into the sands beneath him, causing the sprite can to move further up along the stick.
"I mean, the atmosphere is nice and all: a hot sandy beach. What else would someone want on such a fine summer day? It's a shame I can't live around this area," Jordan sighed, as a cool wind came rushing by his face, making his hair dance wildly about him. "It's like a tropical paradise!"
"I would love to be a lifeguard! They get to actually enjoy this paradise everyday! Not to mention, they get to be heroes and gain the respect of all the people around them.....and they get a really high chair!" Quickly, he grabbed two soda cans from his bag, and pretended to use them as binoculars, as if he were searching the beach for victims who were either drowning, being attacked by sharks, or....looked just like Mr. Fettuchini, the owner of the restaurant, which he was, unfortunately, looking up at now.
"Uh, hello Mr.Fettuchini," he managed to say, and lowered the cans slowly back in the bag in embarrassment.
"What do you a-think you are-a doing?" Mr. Fettuchinii replied in frustration. "I leave you to pick up trash, and you-a make-a silly show! Get back to work! I want to-a see my part of the beach crystal-a clear! If it isn't clean in the next thirty minutes, I'm-a gonna make you clean my cousin's too! Mr. Spaghetti! Now get back to work, you-a little freeloader!" And with that, he trudged back towards his restaurant.
"Yes, ma'am." Jordan sneered, when he realized that Mr. Fettuchini was too far away to hear him.
Well, there's my beginning. Don't worry, I have plans hehe...