I awoke at 4:00 A.M. on the dot, that day; excitement ran through my body like electricity, twelve hours in a car had never sounded so appealing. South Carolina was the destination of the long ride, to be more specific Myrtle Beach, with its sandy beaches and its pleasant salty ocean aroma. I had never seen the ocean before, nor had I met my step father’s sister, Mandi, and her family, but I knew in my gut the torture from spending time with people I didn’t know would be worth feelings the sand between my toes and the ocean breeze on my face. Yes, this was going to be a great week. On the way there I read several books, played games on my mom’s computer and called my cousin, Allison Ridey. These mediocre events weren’t what …show more content…
We will go to the beach afterwards.” Slowly and without a word I went back to my room, grabbed my shower items and headed towards the bathroom. This trip wasn’t going to be all that great if I have to wait to go to the beach every day, I thought to myself. Breakfast went by slowly, both of my new my cousins were way younger than meaning I wouldn’t have anyone my age to hang out with while we were here. My new aunt was rude to her mother the whole time and it was obvious my grandma thought coming was a mistake, I had never seen someone treat their own mother like that. After breakfast, my mom sped to the townhouse, we got ready for the beach in a hurry. Mom parked the SUV in a tight spot in a lot near the beach and I hopped out ran to get my bag yelling, “Hurry up you guys.” “The water will be there in five minutes, Jolynn calm down.” My grandma said spreading sunscreen on her arms. My dad grabbed my hand and said lets go find a spot to sit, we walked towards a large empty spot of beach and laid down the blanket and all of the bags as my mom walked up, sat down and opened one of her crime novels. I ran towards the water sand flew up behind me stopping just short of where the hot dry …show more content…
“Why are we doing this in the dark?” my mom asked my dad. “Because no one else is around plus tonight is high tide so a lot of shells will be coming in.” My mom agreed but made it clear I wasn’t to leave her sight. The sand was different at night it was cool but still gritty and plenty of fun to wiggle my toes in. the closer I got to the shoreline the more shells I seen, my dad was right high tide brought in the best, most beautiful shells I told my mom to hurry up, eager to go closer to the water and see what I could find. We picked up shells together for two hours hauling the buckets up four times to dump into the large tub my dad brought, it was the best night of my life, me and my parents having fun picking up the gifts of the
I never predicted this beautiful trip ending up as a nightmare in my existence. I drove for approximately 40 minutes and my partner shared the driving for an additional 40 minutes. We were driving my friend mom’s brand new Toyota Camry XLE; one of the most comfortable cars I had ever been in. We enjoyed the elongated ride with new hit music, and air conditioning set to an exact temperature that met our necessities. On the way to the beach some doubts about going there started to circle around our minds, but the fact that we were about half way there made them a...
To me, the drive felt like forever even though it was only 35 miles from Petoskey to Mackinaw City. As 10-year-old me sat in the back seat of my mom’s car, I remember repeatedly asking the question most parents dread to hear, “are we almost there?” Every time I asked she would shake her head in bemused frustration and respond, “you’ll know when we get there”. At the time, I was not sure what I was most excited for: the ride on the ferry, the big horses, the historical fort, the inevitable delicious ice cream; it all sounded whimsically amazing and I could not be more excited to arrive on Mackinac Island.
When the day came to leave I was woken at the crack of dawn. I was keen to get to Blackpool as swiftly as possible, not only for the football that was ahead of us but also for the famous Pleasure Beach. The coach picked us up at around 8 am and in we crammed into an already full coach. The journey down was full of laughter and friendly joking from the parents. That day, it was particularly hot and inside the coach a number of people were becoming uncomfortable. I was unaffected by the warmth inside the coach, with my earphones in I relaxed and paid more attention to the vast countryside we were passing through. The vivid scenery blew me away, with colossal hills to calm rivers that we met on the journey.
As my family and I sped along the coast, the sour smell of sulfur vents and sea salt pungently gusted through my nostrils. My clothes were damp from the constant spray of seawater. My sense of balance was overcome by the sequential hop from wave to wave and – combined with the
The day of my grandparents had told me they have been wanting to go to the Florida Keys and asked if I would like to join. So of course i wanted to go. Oh and when they told me i could bring a friend along i was jumping with happiness inside. They told me we would be going for a couple weeks and they had all expenses covered. So that day I started talking to Jamie and asking her when she would be back, because at that time she was in Florida visiting family. She had told me she would be back . So i asked her is she would like to join me and take a trip to the Keys with me. I could tell she was so excited when i asked her because she texted me back all in caps and said “CALL ME”. So i called her to let her know all of the details. So she ended up getting back .So when she got back from Florida we went to Walmart and bought a lot of
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
This could just be the worst day of my life; I’ve been dreading this day for the past few months. Moving day; it was just five months ago when my family told me the awful news. I just recently finished my sophomore year in high school, became captain of the varsity basketball team and finally got the girl of my dreams, Julie. Only to have it ruined by my parents telling me that we have to move due to my father getting a new job in Astoria, Oregon. The house or ‘cemetery’ as I referred to it is called Mors Thalamum, which ironically means death chamber in Latin; how convenient I would jest my family in hopes they would change their minds. Before we had to get into the car and leave for what I though would be certain doom I walked over to Julie’s house which was right across the street. “Hey Julie” I said for what would feel like the last time, “Hey Ben” she said, I believe she was feeling the exact thing I was. “I came to say goodbye, my family and I are leaving soon.” “Oh” she said simply but her green eyes said what she couldn’t. “Ben lets go!” I groaned at my father demand. Just as I was turning around Julie called my name, “I’ll miss you Ben” “Ill miss you too Julie” I choked back too focused on trying to hide the tears in my brown eyes. “Do you think we will ever see each other again?” she asked with anticipation in her angelic yet worried voice, “I hope” was all I could say before I turned and left my blonde green-eyed girl for what felt would be the last time.
I wake up to the sun shining through the window and the faint laughter from my family downstairs. It's the first day of our annual trip to Rhode Island. I lie in bed for a few moments and think about one thing. Rhode Island. I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than here. I glance at the clock and it is only eight in the morning, but everybody is already up, enjoying breakfast, and getting ready to head to the beach. It's not supposed to rain until later in the day, so hopefully we can enjoy our day at the beach before it rains. I eventually make my way out of bed and tiptoe across the frigid wood floors and join my family downstairs. Everybody is up except my brother, Thomas.
The first thing I heard was Virginia Beach vacation, and then in excitement I ran and got my stuff and started to pack. The part I was most excited about was that the hotel is a beachfront hotel room.I was so excited because I love the beach and I really wanted to go back to the beachfront hotel and stay there. I went there when I was in second grade. I have gotten to go there a few times since second grade, but I did not get to stay there overnight.
Shells by Cynthia Rylant is a short realistic fiction story about a boy whos parents died and struggles with having to live with his aunt. In the beginning Michael and aunt Esther don't get along and Michael says he hates aunt Esther. In the middle Aunt Esther is fascinated by the hermit crab Michael got. In the end Michael and aunt Esther get along. Michael struggles with living with his aunt after his parents died.
If one could travel anywhere in the world they should surely visit Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. “The Golf Capital of the World,” has gorgeous beaches for any age to swim at. A traveler could spend your day at the, delightful, Franklin G. Burroughs-Simeon B. Chapin Art Museum. For dinner visit the delicious Aspen Grille with a seasonal menu. After a nice dinner back at the hotel one can relax at the beautiful pools. One of the most beautiful and historic places to visit is Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
We got there right after the sun’s peak time ended, so around 3pm, and my breath was taken away by it’s beauty. The sand is so soft, it feels like a fuzzy blanket on a cold fall day. When I walked on the beach I could faintly smell the of salt. As I would walk into the water, I could feel my skin tighten as the salt water would touch my skin. Then, as I got out of the water, I could taste the salt lingering on my lips.
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.
But we did go on the boardwalk almost every night. Every night seemed to be different. We tried to experience everything in a different way. Coastal Highway, not unlike the ocean, seems to go on endlessly. When we were near Coastal Highway, I put my window down and let the smell of the sand and sea waft into the car. The rain had started, but it was only a light mist. The temperature had cooled off now too. I decided to take an evening swim. Some of the waves were raising nearly 10 feet. In the evening when we all entered the beach some lifeguards were announcing that tides are so strong. Though I was not