I am sitting in the lifeguard tower, my legs sticking to the bench, reflecting on how this will be my last summer on South Beach. I watch as the various people pass by, seemingly carefree. The foamy waves crash down on the shore, while the seagulls above attempt to steal some breakfast off the bright blankets. The blinding sun is rising, turning the sky a pink hue. There is barely anyone in the water at this hour, so I occupy myself by daydreaming about my trip to Bermuda next month.
I can not believe my best friend Sage and I just graduated high school, it seemed like just yesterday we were nervous first years.. These last four years were unforgettable, and I can not believe we are going to colleges on opposite sides of the country. We are really looking forward to this trip, because it will be my
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first trip out of the country and we want to remember our last summer together. Suddenly, my thoughts are disrupted by beachgoers screaming, “Shark, Shark!” I stand up startled and race down towards the shore, past the orchestra of whistles. My co-workers yelling at me as I pass them, “Hurry up, Aria.” My eyes frantically dart across the water and land on a group of terrified people. I head over there and stop one of them from running away. “What happened,” I blurted “There was a kid over there that shot under the surface, I think it was a shark,” he explained “Ok, thank you,” I said, already searching the water Suddenly, something bumps against my leg. My blood stops cold, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stick up. I cautiously look down and the color red fills my vision. A little kid wearing a red bathing suit, then he sticks his head up and asks, “What’s wrong?”. Someone from the beach abruptly shrieks. “Liam, what is wrong with you,” the lady roared, “you had this whole beach worried.” “Sorry Mom,” Liam whispered I walk Liam back to the cafe to ask him a few questions. A few minutes go by and his breath seems even now, so I begin. “So Liam, did you see a shark in the water today?” I ask “No, me and my friends were playing hide and seek and I tried to go under the water quickly so I wouldn’t be seen,” he explained. “Oh alright, “ I said. I wave Liam away and tell him to be safe. I head back down to the beach and get on with the rest of day. * * * * * * * A month has gone by. A month full of long days at the beach and long nights at noisy parties. I finally finished packing last night, and Sage and I are ready to head to the airport. My parents wave hesitantly goodbye, and we pull out of the driveway. The ride to the airport is uneventful and pretty boring, so Sage and I use this time to talk about the trip and our soon to be diverging paths, “Let’s make sure our last few weeks together are unforgettable”, Sage says to me. “We’ve been friends for our whole lives. Even though we’ll be apart, we will always be friends.” “Absolutely, I tell her. We can text and call and visit at holidays- we can still remain friends. And if we get lonely, we will always have this trip.” I pulled up to the airport curb and a strange man comes and helps us unload our luggage. We checked our bags and headed inside. The airport was drastically smaller than any other airport I’ve ever been to. I decided to push my doubts away and try to relax. We had gotten to the airport two hours early so we had a lot of extra time, and decided to get something to eat. We have 30 minutes until we board and Sage and I are listening to some music as the plane rolls up. It is one of the smallest planes that I have ever seen, and I start to get a little anxious. I look around and see a little old man staring at me. I decide to smile at him and he motions for me to come over to him. “Why do you look so upset,” he said. “I’m just a little nervous, I’ve never been on a plane this small before,” I explained to him “Don’t worry,” he laughed, “It’s not like were going to crash or anything.“ “I guess not, thanks,” I said walking back to my seat not feeling reassured at all. I am shaken awake by Sage telling me that it is time to board. I hand my ticket to the lady behind the desk who gives me a cold stare, and walk on to the plane. Once I am in my seat I start to relax a little and try to enjoy the flight. I pick up a magazine as the plane takes off, but halfway through I am interrupted by the pilot. “Welcome aboard flight 80917 to Bermuda. We may experience some turbulence today, but it shouldn’t be too bad. Sit back and enjoy the flight,” she advised. Sage looked over at me reassuringly. Suddenly I am jolted awake by a harsh movement and loud screams.
My eyes are barely open as I look up and see the yellow airbags pop out of the roof. I start panicking, grab one, and put it over my mouth as I start hyperventilating. My hair is flying up and my stomach has butterflies, I turn to look out the window and see the ocean getting closer and closer. “I am about to die,” I think to myself.
When the plane collides with the ocean I am jolted forward into the seat. I can sense that everyone is screaming and there is lots of noise, but I only hear silence. As soon as the flight attendants open the doors to escape the plane starts sinking faster and water is flowing in rapidly. I frantically look around for Sage, but only see immobile people still sitting down. “They are dead,” I said to myself, “That could have been me.”
I still can’t find Sage as I am being pushed out the doors into the frigid ocean.
If it weren’t for my life jacket, I would have drowned by now. I can’t function as I think about where Sage could be or if she is gone too. “This was so stupid of us, we should have listened to our parents and not gone on this trip,” I argued with
myself. Once all of the people are out of the plane, the pilot directs us toward an island nearby. I start swimming in that direction while keeping an eye out for Sage. About 45 minutes later we reach the shore and I pass out. I wake up to a clump of seaweed tangled in my legs and the setting sun stinging my eyes. I sat up, brushed the sand off me, and looked around. People were sitting all along the shore in groups, some surrounding fires, while others were trying to build shelters. I got up slowly and headed towards the captain. “Did you take back any of the deceased,” I asked cautiously. “Um, we brought back a few, but not all. I’m sorry,” he told me. “Oh, do you think you could tell me where they are,” I begged. “We put them on the hill over there, under the blankets. Good luck,” he informed me. I headed up the hill, afraid of what I was about to find. I uncovered the blankets carefully, one by one. Of the 15 people here none of them were Sage, I felt relieved for a second. Then I realized I still don’t know where she is. I looked down towards the shore at the groups of people that I am stuck here with, and realized that I am not going to die here. Someone needed to take control and figure out a way to get home. I sat there as the sun finally disappeared and thought of ways to get off the island and finding Sage. The next morning I had everyone seperate into groups based on their specialties. The two doctors were to check up on everyone and see if there were any injuries. A group of explorers were told to try and find food or water, and see what else was on the island. A few people told me they had some experience with engineering, so I told them to try and build a boat or something that would catch the attention of passing planes. I decided to go deeper into the island to try to find out what happened to Sage. It took 3 hours for me to walk to the other side of island. I decided to sit down and have a snack, but suddenly something moved in the bush behind me. Startled, I jumped to my feet and slowly peeked behind the bush. There I saw Sage, who was all beat up and washed by the sea. I suddenly rushed to her side, and tried to help her up but she was too weak. I carried her all the way back to the front of the island, and laid her down by the doctors. After a few days went by, she finally regained her color and was becoming stronger. Food was running low and all we had left were some peanuts from the plane and some berries someone found on a bush. The Engineer, Eli, had been trying to build a smoke SOS signal with all the materials we had left, for about a week now. He hadn’t really had the best luck so far. On old woman named Janice had started to grow a garden, but the crops weren’t thriving. Janice kept saying that a storm was coming. This continued on for a week, but no one would listen to her, since the sun was out all the time with no clouds to be seen. Eli made a little progress on the SOS signal, but it would only last about 5 seconds. Then one day, the sky suddenly got darker and the wind picked up. Some people reported that the water was getting choppier. Many of us were struggling with starvation, and now that the fish were scared away, we had nothing left. Everyone tried to prepare for the storm, but no one knew what to do or how big it was going to be. It began to start gently raining in the morning and was pouring by afternoon; this was happening everyday. One morning the wind picked up more than usual and it began pouring so hard no one could see two feet in front of them. Eli had accidently left the SOS signal lit, and it was picked up by the wind. It was finally working! The smoke rose above the clouds. All we could do now was wait, and hope someone was flying nearby. After about 15 minutes, the lightning started. People were giving up, and losing hope. But then, just before the thunder started, drowning out every sound, we heard the faint sound of an airplane engine.
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.
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
“Paige! Come look at this!” I shouted from across the aquarium. We were at an aquarium in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina on vacation. I was standing on a pirate ship wheel while my whole family, Lexi, Lacey, my mom, and stepdad were looking at the shark cave.
...we found the bodies, yet the crashing blue-green water spins me into a reality that is worlds away from the sight of stiff men. I'm not sure if this is healing or forgetfulness; all I can be certain of is the bite of the water on my skin and the dropping sun. I stare at my hand under the surface of the water, fascinated by how far away it looks and by the deep blue color of my fingernails. That hand isn't a part of my body, how can it be, it is deep in the water, opening and closing experimentally as water crashes on top of it. I want to leave it there, forever feeling the numbing water, forever fighting the currents that would wash it out to the Pacific Ocean. But then my arm moves, lifts my hand, and I realize it is mine, as are my legs and toes and wet matted hair. And the water keeps falling, pounding, rushing and I just stand there, staring, watching, waiting.
I had a great time during my vacation in Myrtle Beach. First of all, myrtle beaches were beautiful. I went to Myrtle Beaches on summer 2013 for ten days, and I had a good time with my family. It was always about 90 degrees
About four minutes later the plane is in the water and I hear many people screaming. Jeff and I leave the cockpit and I instruct him and the rest of the crew to start an evacuation. One of the flight attendants leg is bleeding. I see water coming down plane. I begin to walk the length of the plane to see if there are any people still in the plane. No one the first time though. I begin to do it again. After about five minutes of looking. I exit the plane. Go up to Jeff and ask if everyone is okay.
I gingerly stepped on to the ship, as it wobbled side-to-side; slightly fearful of the soft blue sheet beneath me stretching to the horizon, undulating like the heaving breast of a runner having completed a race. At nineteen years old, some may think it is juvenile to fear the ocean, but not to me. I mean, how could someone look at the rising tides; getting closer each time, as if impending doom, and not get even the slightest chills of fear? And living above those rising tides for seven whole days? My stomach leaped forward. I heard my friends stepping on behind me: laughing and bickering playfully, and could slowly feel the fear begin to dissipate as excitement for the upcoming voyage took over my senses. It only grew as I glanced around. The inside of the cruise ship strangely but incredibly resembled a mixture of the buzzing and stimulating surroundings of Las Vegas, and the posh and classy atmosphere of Beverly Hills; which happened to be two of my favorite places; living in the States as we did. There were large branded stores, casinos, restaurants with worldwide cuisines, a games arcade; where I just knew the guys would
On the last day of high school, I had so much hope for staying in touch with the other students I had spent twelve consecutive years together with. I may not have been able to stay in touch with everyone, but I tried my best to make sure I stayed close to my two best friends Lacey, and Paige and also with my boyfriend Alec. Making the transition into college on your own can be difficult, but attempting to keep the relationships you have had for years can also cause trouble. From comparing the three relationships I have, I believe strongly that the friendship I have with Paige and the relationship I have with Alec will last throughout college. The transition into not only college, but adult life can be difficult, but with great people by my side I believe I will be successful.
One million things rushed through my head every time I thought about it. What if she’s still alive or what if those gunshots were aimed at her. Either way I knew there was a very slim chance of getting back home. I was horrified at what might happen next on this boat.
I no longer have the energy to keep my head above the water and with one quick gasp of air my body starting floating further and further away from the surface. The commotion from the outside world slowly turns into a low hum and I am left alone with simply me and my thoughts. My entire body is throbbing in pain and it feels as though my throat has been set on fire. My throat is screaming for oxygen
...e became more and more overcome with suspense and anticipation. Before we plunged to the bottom, we noticed a kayak broken in two pieces. It had been caused by a collision with a boulder, at the bottom of the fall. We were scared to death, because we thought we would hit it and flip over. However, with the help of our fast-thinking and skillful guide, we were able to make it down the fall safely. All the action was over, so we let out a sigh of relief and allowed our nerves to relax.
A new day has begun. Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky, the sun glows vibrantly with delight. The passionate colours fill the sky with warmth like the pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry red. The sea so subtle sparkles preciously as it strolls up against the shore. The crystal water that stretch out far into the horizon gets darker and deeper but stays very calm.
I let out a withered sigh, which caused me to choke in the middle of yet another sob. I had had enough. I weakly pulled myself out of the pool and walked to my towel. I grabbed the huge, orange and white stripped thing and wrapped it around my shivering body, hoping to find some warmth and comfort; but even my monstrous beach towel could not cut the chill I felt inside. I started to walk to the changing room past the hundred faces I knew nothing of, but by now were familiar. I had searched each face a hundred times hoping to see someone I knew. Finally, I realized that I knew none of them, and the person I was looking for just wasn't coming.
My mom will not be coming with me nor will my friends from my old school. I felt deserted by my family and friends. I arrived third grade and before I know it, I quickly made friends, one of my friends were anthony bates. We became really good friends then we decided to have a little group like the three musketeers. We both became really good friends with scott fredrick and the three of us played, worked, and had sleepovers all year.
I awoke, there was a crash on the upper deck. I heard a thunderous crackling from my head above. I ran up the stairs and what I saw devastated me. The small wooden boat was completely coated in billowy flames."Help, help, somebody please!"I slowly moved towards the sound being careful to dodge flames as much as possible.