Cousin Tracie Diary Entry

It was a hot summer day and Amanda was elated her father had agreed to take her brother and her to the beach. Amanda took a deep breath, taking in the beautiful scent of the ocean air. She could hear the voices of animals and the hum of pleasant conversations. Amanda glanced up at the radiant, sapphire sky and the yellow as a lemon sun. It was a sweltering day in July and Amanda was exhilarated that she was in the turquoise ocean.

On a Tuesday morning in June, four children ponder what to do with their time, the day promising to be wonderful, the sky was azure blue, the sun shining brightly closing out a sweet earthy smell from the ground the intermixing with the salty breeze coming from the bay. The ocean sparkling as it reflects the sun, it’s turquoise water inviting one to play. As for the children they sat on the porch questing what do. It's here that the tale begins with my three sisters and me when we found ourselves bored on such a summer day. “ I'm soooo, BORED!” Niamh exclaims in a exasperated tone. Aine saves the day, when she pipes in to the conversation,“ Let's go to Mike's beach, the beachcombing got to be good, last night there was a storm” “ If we're lucky, maybe Uncle Mike’s buoys escaped and we can claim a finder's fee”, Aine states in a calm voice. Eventually we start for the beach, after paying the customary fee of one back massage to our Dad, we were free to leave the fenced yard. Aine and Oona lead the group while Niamh and I follow at a slower pace. Our families live close to each other, our house, the grandparents and

Once we are unpacked in our cozy condo, we can’t wait to go sit on the beach. We have to go down the elevator because we are on the third floor. The door from the elevator leads us out to a chlorinated pool and a hot tub area. As we hurriedly walk onto the tan sandy beach, the small, smooth sand flows through my toes. I sniff the warm air which smells like salt from the sea. The water has an ombre color starting from sky blue to navy blue.

A young girl shook nervously at the sight of the wide tides of her family's privately owned ocean side. She herself had lived in this familiar place for over eleven years... Why was she so scared to do this? She sighed underneath her shaky breath and made her way towards the waves, dragging her surfboard closely with her. When she reached the area she was greeted by her father, A strong but yet still a goofy professional surfer. When he saw his daughter has finally pushed back her peers, he smiled and walked towards her. "How ya doin' pumpkin?" she stared at him with glassy eyes before replying."I'm fine, I guess." her voice was dry. The man simply shook his head and bent down towards her. "Amber." He said with a serious tone, "I want you to go out and surf like you mean it... Just

Jonas had already taken of his tunic and was layin on the bed with his eyes closed ready for me to transmit my memory over to him. I reached over and layed my hands on his chest and soon as my warm fingertips touched his delicate skin my memory coursed through him fast. I remember it had been a warm sunny day in June when my family had decided that that we should take a trip down to Virginia Beach, it had took us a while to get there but once we had arrived I couldn't have been more excited to take a dip in the warm blue water. It had only taken us a couple of minutes to unpack all of our beach supplies and everyone was in the water the smell of sea salt feeled the air and you could hear the seagulls from a distance that had landed on shore

It was a busy week and I barely have a time to write my diary. I s’pose my life is going awright but it’s gets kinda borin’. I live with Curley now in his father’s ranch. He’s a good guy who loves and care about me but at morning he left me in the house and not lemme go outside the ranch. And other guys in the ranch are al’ insane crazy bastards, they jus’ doing their job every day and they don’t talk to me. Think I’m a tart just b’cause I’m pretty and I’m the only girl on the damn ranch! I’m the only one t‘ere who knows how to have fun. Also, I wear makeup jus’ because I’m bored as hell just try to kill time.

The beach starts to heat up so I take the lead and make my way towards the damp sand towards the water, taking off my sandals along the way. We slosh forward. There isn’t much to see, and I can feel the rough soles of my feet slowly being exfoliated by the fine sand. Michael and I don’t talk much; I’m sure we’re both lost in our

The beach was a very tropical the water was very clear and light blue . The sand smooth ,comfortable,and soft . The mountains were beautiful and big .It also had so many tall trees . Lily starts running to the spot where she wants her things and she starts getting ready to surf . As she puts her swimsuit on she sees these 2 boys surfing out at the distance . She is really excited to swim so she swimming

Lydia does as she’s asked, but she is glaring when her eyes meet with the elf’s.

It was finally summer vacation and my family and I decided to go to the beach as soon as the last day of school ended. While I sat in my seat in class, the anticipation of going to the beach kept me from concentrating, all I saw was the teacher's familiar mouth formations, speaking to the class about some Post World War Two battle involving a conspiracy about Hitler and the Nazi regime in the classroom. I sat there, in the tan metal chair attached to the wooden desk next to the wall, waiting. Time passed by and my excitement increased as I rushed out of the room, down the dim hallway, past the office out the glass, front doors to see my family parked in the teeming parking lot. As soon as I got into the car, my dad hit the gas pedal and we were off to our beloved destination. Hours passed and we neared the beach, and I could see the ocean and the grainy sand. We were almost there and I could not contain my enthusiasm. I was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning! We got to the parking lot and I could see the towering building above me awaiting my presence. I leaped out of the car with my items and headed straight to the glass doors. I sped up the stairs, to the third floor, down the hallway, to the sixth door on the right. I dropped my stuff off into the room and went straight outside and out to the beach because I could not wait any longer.

It wasn't too hot or too cold, it was the perfect weather. I lifted my hands over my head and took a deep breath. The grass was slightly moist from the rain last night. I stepped out into the bright sunlight, urging my muscles to wake up. Fall was literally around the corner and I was trying to enjoy the last few days of summer before the leaves started turning brown and everyone brought out the pumpkins and turkeys. I glanced at my watch and read the time. I had thirty minutes before school and I hadn't done anything to get ready. I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet or made my bed. I woke up, rubbed my eyes and came out onto the front porch. I had a valid excuse for waking up and going outside though, I wanted to catch her

After saying hello, my cousin and I decide to slip off to the personal beach of the bed and breakfast that we will be staying at for the next four days. The wooden steps creak as we stomp down them. They lead us into the special place hidden away in overgrown vines, which brush across me as I charge toward the water. We spend hours in the cool water splashing, playing and catching up on all of the excitement that we have missed in the last year. The cool water washes smoothly over my face and I pinch the finely granulated sand between my toes. As I swim the seaweed reaches up from the bottom to tickle my toes and feet.

I took a short shower. The tears of shower fell on my body, and the fragrance of the fabulous flower shower gel filled the bathroom while I thought of the enormous tasks for this day. At the end, I brushed my curly long hair using a wooden brush, and I made a brilliant braid hairstyle. I went to my bedroom, and I found a comfortable outfit, which is a gray legging and a broadcloth blue blouse looking at me with sad eyes saying, “you didn't wear us from a long time.”

I woke up early in the morning, to find the sun shining brightly in my eyes as I awake from my slumber. I quickly heard the familiar sound of pancakes sizzling on the rough surface of the frying pan.  As soon as I got out of bed, I raced to the kitchen to eat pancakes, as I enter I hear the warm voice of my mothers greeting.  I quickly ate, because I was excited to go swimming.  As soon as I finished, I brought my plates over to the sink, I dashed back to my room to change.  I quickly changed into my swimsuit, running throughout the house grabbing my towel, phone, goggles.

Today I found my great grandmother’s diary in the attic while I was rummaging through old boxes. I learned that my great grandmother, Mari Hovhanness, was an Armenian living in the Ottoman Empire during the time of the Armenian Genocide of 1915. Born in 1888, Mari lived through the first bloody massacres in 1894 and again experienced the brutal attacks during the deportations in 1915-1917. She was married to the love of her life, Tavit Hovhaness, and had two children. Dying in November of 1915, the only member of the family to survive the genocide was Mari’s eldest son. Mari and her family suffered through heartless, vicious crimes, such as rape, kidnappings, and mass murder, by the Turks, who considered the Armenians strangers in their