Wildwood, New Home-Personal Narrative

It been 742 days 6 hours and 16 minutes since Wellington was murder and I wrote my murder

mystery book. I decided to write again, this time I am am on a holiday with mother in

Wildwood, New Jersey. Wildwood is in the United States. We had to catch a airplane to get

here it was over whelming I sat on the end seat and mother sat in the middle. This guy with

thick curly hair and sun glasses sat at the window. I thought is was silly to wear sunglasses while

on an airplane. The whole time he kept ordering different foods while on the airplane. By the

time we left he smelled funny it was a smell I never smelt before. I didn't like taking the

airplane because there were to many people there. I closed my eyes most of the time, And did

my prime numbers

I thought about how when I become an astronaut I'll see

everything. Now, I only let mother, father, and Siobhan touch me. I have forgiven father for

killing Wellington. when we reach the airport we took a cab to out beach house it was a house

with four bedrooms, 3 1/2 bathroom, a blue and silver kitchen, a grey dining room, and taupe

living room it was nicer than mother new house and fathers old house. Me and mother walked

down to the border walk we saw alot of people I didn't like there I start to close my eyes and

groan. mother found us a spot on the beach were there were a little bit of people. It was an old

man and woman who both had grey hair and wore water shoes. Their was a family of five a

mother in a green swimsuit, a father in blue shorts, a older son in black shorts, a baby in blue

shorts and shirt, and a daughter in a pink swimsuit. They looked happy. There was also a man

who was tanning on the beach. The beach was nice it stretch very far I couldn't see where it

stop there was an amusement/ water park on the beach you can hear the people riding scream

as they go down the roller coaster and water slides. mother and I mover away from it