I slam my door closed once I'm inside and run to my closet, grabbing my swimsuit - a one piece - , a pair of shorts and a second skin shirt. Once I'm done changing I look at myself in the mirror and smile, near the sea my smile is brighter, my hair turns darker and my eyes are highlighted so I'll admit I love being in Mosambique, not only is it a great place to chill it's also a battleground for monsters. That might seem crazy to you but to me it's absolutely awesome, yeah don't even try to understand how my brain works cause I barely know myself so don't waste your breath, it'll get you nowhere, I'm to special and unique for you to understand. 

I frown, I'm missing something......my eyes trail over the room and s=as soon as my eyes meet my dagger they widen and I run toward it, my fingers closing around it and the dagger and bootknife I clip my stainless steel dagger to my side. The other 2 I put into a bag with my towel, sunscreen - not like I need it anyway but whatever - and a plastic bag for seashels. 

I grab my bag, slip on my sandals and rush down the stairs both sets and jog down the street, the beach is about 2 1/2 miles down the road. I jog the first 1/2 mile and then slow down to a calm walk, my now deep blue and blue-silver eyes observing anything and everything in their sights, as I aproach the cliff which falls down to a beach I see people surfing, some snorkling and the others just laying on the beach mostly reading books. Now don't get me wrong but why the Hades do people sit and read while they could swim?

I may love reading but if I personally had a choice between swimming and reading I would choose swim without any hesitation, I get starrled out of my thoughts when a car's horn sounds behind me and yells and wolf whistles. I growl to myself as I jump out of the way only to see a group of boys, all about 16 in a pick up truck. I was dangerously close to the road and the one, a blonde haired, brown eyed one was about to grab my arm when I pulled out my dagger and desheathed it

I sneered at them menacingly "one more word, yell or whistle and this dagger will be the last thing you see" I snarl, my voice cold, dark and murderous, all of them look at me frightened and even the driver seems to be caught off guard as he swerves and almost crashes into a tree and swerves away. While they're in shock I take a chance and run, no longer a jog but a full out sprint the next 1/4 mile to lose them. I've learned my lesson with that so I stay far away from the road for the next mile until I come to the last bit of road before the beach.

I smile as I sprint the last bit to my favorite place i the world....the Tofo beach, once I feel the sand under my feet change from gruff and clumpy  to soft and smooth and the last piece of evidence to see if it truly is beach, I skid to a stop and the sand squeaks. Yes I said it squeaks, Tofo beach sand is so clean it is literally squeaky clean, I smile "I'm home!" I yell out loud, a few of the locals like Ricardo, Carlos and John smile at me I wave at them "crazy cirl" they mutter in sync.

I've been friends with Ridardo, Carlos and John since my first trip here which was what 8 years ago? Yeah sounds about right, I walk to My Spot under the trees to the left of the beach, yes I have my own spot - 8 trips here gets you friends, connections, your own spot and a lot of street cred so I get a lot at the beach and I love it here, so much that no monster will ever ruin it for me. I lay my blanket out and look out to the beach, low tide but the tide is coming in my favorite time and place, looks like Tyche is on my side today.