Pentwater Beach: A Short Story

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The sun’s rays showered through the clouds and it seemed as though that it was going to be a perfect day. It took merely a few hours to make me realize I was sorely mistaken. It was another beautiful day at Pentwater beach and there was not a cloud to be seen. I woke up somewhat dazed but fully conscious and aware of my surroundings. My older brother, Nate, asked me if I wanted to throw the football at the beach. I promptly stated yes. My brother and I hiked across the sandy dunes to get to the beach. When we had arrived, we stood within close range of each other, when he stated “ I’m going to throw the ball as hard as I can at you and you have to catch it. It will help you with your catching skills”. I had to accept the challenge. If I did …show more content…

Somberly she stated “It's certainly dislocated, but there also may be a fracture”. My mom gave me an assuring look, then we barged through the screen door. My mom, dad and I jumped in the van and quickly drove off to the hospital. The pain of my finger surged through my entire being. We had no clue where to find the hospital because we had never had an emergency here before. It also so happened that in this particular location, there was no connection to the internet thus there was also no way of knowing where to go. We figured that the best option was to keep driving and hope for the best. We drove for what felt like years until finally, amongst the cluster of the trees, I saw my salvation. The dim light emanating from the hospital made me feel like I had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel. I was sorely mistaken. I pushed back the metal doors and the smell of the hospital immediately assaulted my nostrils. We had arrived at the emergency room and the place was filled to the brim with people waiting. That was when I realized I was not out of the clear just yet. The man at the pristine counter bluntly stated, “Our only opening is in a few hours.” My parents and I were stunned, but we knew this was the only nearby hospital and, we would just have to wait out the “metaphorical storm”. It seemed like ages when out of nowhere we heard a monotonous voice over the intercom. “Hollern?” I stood up and walked towards

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