I set my big bag filled with sunscreen, sunglasses, and towels down on the sandy floor. I laid out the big black sheet onto the ground with care. My mom came over and sat down on the sheet, wiping sweat off her face. She took a sip of her water bottle and then handed it to me. I practically chugged it. We were so hot because it took us almost an hour to find a place to set our stuff. The beach was packed that day, and wherever we went, we’d either be too close to the water, too far away from the water, or very close to another person’s set up. I looked over to the shiny, dark blue water. I just wanted to jump in and let the waves take me away. I nudged my mom and smiled.
“May I go in a while?” I asked.
My mom simply replied, “Yes, just don’t
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I jumped over the water, and when a huge wave would come, I’d run out of the water before it touched me. I jumped and ran for about 10 minutes. I wanted to go back to my mom, mostly because I was bored and she always made me happy. I turned around and began to walk back. I scanned the scenery, trying to find my mom and a big black sheet, but everything was so… blurry. I walked up a little more, and I stretched my eyes out like I used to before I had my glasses. All I saw were a variety of blankets, beach balls, and families. I saw everything except MY mom. I turned to the side and looked. Nope. Just more families and blankets. I walked up to the middle, approximately where we were. I started to panic. I couldn’t think straight. I began to run around, looking at everyone’s faces. I looked like an idiot, I’m sure of it, but I didn’t have a choice. I was a 10-year-old girl who couldn’t see and was most likely directionally challenged. I was fearful, but I didn’t give up hope. I took a deep breath and tried to retrace my steps. But, I couldn’t when everything looked so similar and especially because I suck at keeping calm in tough situations. It’s just not me. I began to panic even more. I was breathing extremely heavily. I ran even faster and looked around. I couldn’t help it, as I said I am not one to be …show more content…
Where are you?!”, as I am not one to be loud as well. If you want me to be loud in a situation, you have to be trying to murder me because I am too embarrassed to speak half of the time. I looked around at the people. But, as weird as it sounded, they didn’t care. They didn’t even look at me. They laughed, smiled and talked about how their vacations were going. They didn’t even acknowledge that I was starting to cry. It started off as a few drops of tears, then the waterfalls came. I hid my face at this point. I never really cried, I never had a reason to. But now, it was different. A million thoughts crossed my mind. I was scared, worried, nervous, upset: things I never really truly felt. This could be for real. What if I was lost forever? What if my mom never finds me, or I never find her? I cried even more. I wondered how these people just ignored it, my loud sobs and my worried looks. Maybe they thought I was just one of those spoiled children, who if they don’t get what they want, they would have a fit and potentially run away. But, I wasn't one of those kids. I was just simply looking for my mom. By this point, I couldn’t handle it anymore! I ran as fast as I could and moved my head around. I searched and searched for as long as I could. And there she was, standing on the beach crying, holding a phone to her ear.
I ran over, yelling to her. I cried harder than ever. She dropped her phone and smiled. We ran into a hug, like the kind you’d
I took a deep breath and told myself it wasn’t going to be that bad and I could just use my instincts. As soon as I turned around the woman fainted, but luckily she was still breathing. She woke up about 30 seconds later and she asked what was going on, I tried to explain as much as I could, but I was just as lost as she was. I started asking all the appropriate questions and this time she had the energy to answer
I ran like heck out of there, screaming and crying, convinced I’d destroyed the whole world.
Seeing my parents in the crowd has always been very soothing, especially in stressful situations such as this. My parents and I have always been outwardly enthusiastic with each other, no matter where we are. Whether at a football game while I cheer on the sidelines or at a banquet where I receive an award, every time they catch my eye, they throw their hands up in the air and begin to wave frantically until I wave back. There were only two girls left in front of me. One stuttered as she tried to finish her speech, and the other swayed back and forth unable to keep still. It was at that time that I looked into the crowd and just as I had anticipated, I spotted my parents. As expected, they waved their arms wildly to catch my attention. I smiled and waved back, though my wave was much smaller than theirs as I was doing my best not to draw attention to myself. For a moment, I was at ease because of their presence. But just as the girl in front of me stepped forward to take her place behind the microphone, my heart undeniably started to race once
and I stepped outside to see how bad the car wreck was. It looked horrible. There was glass,metal,plastic,and rubber everywhere. My dad panicked and ran back inside but I stood there on our cement steps watching and waiting for the fire department to arrive. It took about 10 minutes for the first fire engine to arrive.
I sat there, holding my dog, barely able to breathe, bursting in tears and trying to understand what was happening…
I figured someone had passed away, but I didn't think much of it. My father spoke to me in a very calm and soft voice with tears in his eyes. In between his words you could hear the hurt. He told me that my godmother had passed away. I sat there not knowing what to say, but could feel the hurt overwhelm me.
As we’re all walking on the pier to look for the bike shop, somehow we got separated. Jada was with me and her phone was dead so either of us can’t call Annel or Kevin. Jada and I then stroll back and forth on the pier to look for them but there was no luck. As we’re walking hastily, I panicked because I don’t know what could have happened to her or Kevin at this crowded beach and her mom trusted her safety to me;
I didn’t want to look back but I did! There I saw the ghost just as
I felt his lips hit my forehead as he hugged me tighter, "There you go baby." I wiped the tears from my face, and found myself surrounded by my family. I could see the worry. My little brother's faces full of confusion and worry. I hid my face in his shoulder as I slowly brought myself to a point I could speak.
That's when my mom started freaking out. She sent me back through to look for him. I wasn't scared at this point but I knew my mom was worried. As I made my way through I was thinking that he must have gone off of the path to try and scare me so i went under the ropes and started looking for
I could never have been that girl, you know? It was never my destiny. And my parents, they get it. I couldn't have stayed in that town, with those people. I wasn't one of them. I pined for years, planning the escape. My escape. And my parents knew it.
In the morning we were all rushing to get to the beach in time. I remember it like it was yesterday. We went to the beach with some of my mom and dad’s friends. We brought a bunch of food and while we were parked our car got stuck. My dad and Francisco pushed it to try to get it out.
started to panic. I looked around before I noticed that I was the only help
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.