Dressed in only his beach shorts, Joey sat on a small rock and watched the other people at the beach. There were plenty of babes, but none of them would give him a second glance. Joey looked down at his body, which was hardly the sort that would have girls fighting over him. He was 15, ginger, with pale freckled skin, slightly below average height, scrawny body and big feet (size 11). He was the sort of boy that would be ignored rather than bullied.
Joey decided to forget about girl issues and make the most of the weather. Picking up his beach bag, he walked around the headland to the quieter, smaller, rarely used stretch of beach called Virgin's reach, scattered with pepples and shells "How aptly named." he sighed as he cleared a space for his towel. "Just the place for me."