Thoughts of Lull. Date unclear, only reference is a time in the year which Lull was twelve years of age.
'What is justice? I like to ponder this thought over some ice cream or other confection. Join in if your so choosing.' Lull laying on the beach looked out at the ocean blue.
'My father was a police officer at one point. He believed in the law of justice, I wonder where it all went. I recall this day in which I truly questioned justice for the first time. A shocking awakening for someone as young as I.'
A frigid wind brushed the sand as it came in an aggrresive wave over his head.
'Bleh, sand got in my mouth. Side note, why do they call it goose bumps, they should call them leopard gecko bumps. I knew a guy who's leopard gecko died in a snowstorm, somewhere down near the south from what I remember. It wasn't anything prominent, like it wasn't a story in which one would cry, at least not me anyway.
I sat down at this beach for a while and in odd accompaniment was grouped with Hoyes, who came by and sat right next to me. He said nothing, and so we sat there for about an hour, with the breeze, like a hurricane but small, making our hair blow as if we were moving at speeds at which we were not.
I find it odd, how in seven days from then I would be never capable of enjoying the serenity of a beach again.
The next morning's morning we sat at tables of well table sized proportions. It ended in a weird way, I've never been one to talk well with those of younger status to I, especially the opposite sex. Yaffa was not one I would say in the way of, "we get along great." I think she knows that I know what she thinks she knows, but truly doesn't know until I let her know. And so we never really go anywhere when we talk.
It's a repeated cycle and for the time that I've known her, she's one of the biggest pains in my neck, but at the same time not. Since whenever I can remember, to now atleast.; and the analogous way in which there really is only about two, maybe three years I can confidently recelect. The days would go by, and the group normally associated with me and I with them, choosing to go down to the local beach.
Yet to the day I have my most recent of memories, this is the one I can best picture. Truly this was it, like I have said, the questioning of justice was a common thought, like my father, was justice really ever a thing. Why does it exist, what determines what is just and what is not, for if everyone, no if in of itself was chosen as something as just, you would have to obey. For that is what true justice is, the fear instilled in others to cooperate with the norms of societal morality. That is what I learned that day as I began to die.'