Waves crashing against the hot sand on the shores of the Florida coast, the hot sun burning my back as I lay on my pastel pink beach towel taking in the hot Florida breeze. The sky is blue and not a cloud in sight, sea shells lay around me, the laughter of cute, teen boys fills my ears. But it’s over before it even started. The sound of laughter and birds chirping is filled with yelling and arguing with things being smashed. It’s happening again. I lay in bed and dread the fact that they're fighting, again. My sleep was nice, I was comfortable and warm. But now this, what a great way to wake up. It’s only 10:30, Calvin must have just gotten home from Dad taking him to the lake to use his boat and fish. I don't know why it started, but I’m sure if I listen long enough I’ll find out. “Get the fuck out of here” “Don’t touch my shit” “Leave me the fuck alone” is all I hear Calvin shouting. There's some more mumbling between him and my dad but then I hear it. “Ryan get away from him! Calvin stop! Both of you knock it off!” Stumbling to find my footing as I toss my …show more content…
I’m so exhausted from the emotions of trying to listen to the words Calvin say s and to act like they don't hurt me when they do. I run out of my room sobbing, the only person i want to see is my mom. But nannies in my way. It must not have been a dream she really was here. Just then i start to listen to what Calvin's saying, he's yelling about how he hates Nannie, how she needs to mind her fucking business and then some really mean things i probably shouldn't quote. It’s hard to hear him say all these terrible things, then to have Nannie add onto it saying that the things he says to her doesn't affect her when we all know he doesn't care, and that he's only making things worse. Everyone's yelling at her to come up stairs and away from his sight because that's the only thing that can calm him down is to not see anyone. But why won't she
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
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.
It was a warm sunny day in the summer of the nineteen nighties nine, at the Jersey Shore. Sally stood outside her grandparents ' house with hesitation. Should Juan and I have come? Sally thinks to herself. Sally then begins to gaze out at the ocean 's shorelines. As if time had stood still and the world faded away. She closed her eyes and took it all in. It made her think of all the wonderful childhood memories that they had achieved there. Sally remembered playing in the sand, swimming in the ocean, the bright sun gazing down upon her and a boy. This place had memories that Sally would never forget and treasure forever, for that kid now a man was always in her heart and her life.
There I stand on the Atlantic Ocean beach in Daytona, Florida. It’s 7:49 A.M, June 28, 2015. I feel my size ten feet sink into the frosty sand. With my board in my left arm, and sand covering my body, I seize my direction towards the blue ocean. As I halt at the base of the monumental ocean, I gaze in both directions, not a life in sight. I feel at peace, solitude, in my own meager world. As the crisp ocean mist wipes my sand replete face, I bounce into the ocean with my board under my body, cruising into the profound blue sea.
With every step I took I could smell the fresh air with a slight odor of the salty water. I close my eyes to absorb the gust of the early morning wind slapping me across the face. My hair stood up, dancing from side to side as if it was doing the Tango. I felt the crisp white grainy sand going beneath the spaces of my toes almost feeling exactly like sugar. The subtle waves played the music of nature while crashing onto the shore, hitting my ankles every time with tides that varied in size.
I bounce out of my seat and thrust the car door open as quickly as my arms let me. After two long and uneventful hours in our rented minivan, my family and I finally arrive at sunny Clearwater Beach, Florida. It is early morning, and everyone is aching to be out of this excruciatingly hot van. We round up our loads of towels and chairs, and head for the entryway to the beach.
The naked street light outside stood in the bleak weather, shivering in the frosty cold and looking like it desperately needed a sweater to keep warm. I turned on the TV and went to take a shower. The water is rich in minerals and condensed every part of my body on contact. The water slides across my witch-shaped eyebrows making its way to my blonde hair. I took a peep through my window and soon realized I wasn't the only one woken up. There were birds singing, the winds howling, the ocean tides roaring and trees lurking in the shadows. I flicked through the pages of the newspaper and saw the murder of President Harold. My mind was reeling about the President’s disappearance. In a minute, the phone screamed in a high-pitched voice. I took the phone and said, "Hello, Sandy Beaches speaking".
I race down the mountain that has been covered with a thick blanket of snow with my dad at my side. I stop, and I see a large freestyle terrain course coming up. "Keep straight, Dad," I holler. "I want to go on the trick course." I ski down and wait for Dad.
As we turn onto the cracked cement that is Oceanside Drive, my mood immediately lifts. Houses stand aligned like train cars, facing the frigid Atlantic. Closer to the end of the street is an evergreen cottage where our wheels halt in front of. The second my feet touch the ground that familiar, classic, salty air tells me I’m home. The wooden steps creek under me as I race up them to the door. This house holds so many memories of roaring laughter, crowded couches, and delicious food. Even inside I can hear the steady crashing blows from our closest neighbor: the ocean. One short sprint down the splinting boardwalk and I’m where I love to be most. The fine grains of sand slide through my fingers while the teal ocean, where my siblings and I have
Walking on a land of gold, the sand being so soft and smooth, glistens as it reflects the suns rays with joy. Cool, light and refreshing, the breeze gently eases up against my skin and glides through my hair, sending a gentle shiver up my spine. The rustling of leaves, small array of birds and delicate splashes of the sea are amazingly soothing and relaxing. The whole beach itself looks like a painted picture with a spectrum of colours all merged with one another. The sea also showing off a wide range of colours that reflects of the surface, like a dancing peacock showing off its finely detailed feathers.
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
Where the Breeze Blew You The ocean breeze blew past you, leaving a salty taste in your mouth. The sand squished between your toes as you approached the water. The waves, crashed at your feet with a bubbly foam and a trail of algae. As you walked towards the pier, the lights of the games, rides, and shops, mesmerized you. Children screamed on the ferris wheel as it came down, people playfully sighed as they missed the ring toss, and families wandered around looking at all the games and booths while enjoying their ice cream.
Sleep wasn’t something that came easy to me. Stress was always pressing itself down on my burdened shoulders and my mind was always swirling with disasters that would probably never plague me. Yet, when sleep did manage to work it’s way through my frazzled brain, it was welcomed and appreciated. So when the harsh beeping of the alarm clock began to blast, I felt annoyance bubble up in the pit of my stomach as I was brought back into reality. My arm, which felt as heavy as a block of led, tried to reach for the button before I could realize it. I slammed my fingers down, and heard an audible, tiny popping noise as my knuckles only felt the wooden night table. I let out a stream of curse words, my heavy eyelids barely opening to look at the damage
As the sea breeze blew onto my face, my eyes slowly squinted, my hair flew back gently, and the goose bumps slowly began to crawl up my arms. I took a deep breath, and the fresh smell of salt water rushed into my nose. As the waves hit harder, the sun set, and the breeze grew stronger and stronger. The calm beach released a sense of peace to my soul and relaxed my mind. However, the fun had just started, and I could not wait for a visit to Universal Studios, the next
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.