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When it was midnight, we loaded the car and drove through Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama. We stopped at a few places to grab food or gas. It was a long time, but it was worth it when we finally reached our condo. It was beautiful! We went to the balcony to see the ocean and it was crystal clear. The beach wasn’t crowded either. We hurried to put on bathing suits and sunscreen. Then we walked downstairs to the beach. The sand was warm and felt great. My sister’s and I ran to the water and

It all started when I came back from football practice and was watching T.V. I was 10 at the time, and I stumbled upon a channel where these women modeled these remarkable masterpieces. It peaked my interest in creating similar fashion pieces. I scurried to my room and began drawing. Subsequently, I dashed to show my parents what I created. I expected them to be proud and supportive of me, like they always do, but this time their faces turned from smiles to complete confusion. They gasped and scolded at me. I never understood why they they were so mad. Why would my number one supporters turn against me?

strolling off every wave that crashed into the silky sand at Myrtle Beach. The more I heard the

The sounds of the city at night mix with the laughter of my friends. Taxis honking, subways rushing under your feet, and buses rumbling, all carrying their cargo of dead-tired, empty-minded passengers, following the daily routine until they reach their doorstep. For once, I 'm not one of them, not riding my train after a long day at school, brain set to automatic. Today, I am wide awake, soaring a thousand miles high.

This is a feeling everyone should experience , a feeling of pure relaxation . There were volleyball and football games , sand castles being built , races , barbecues , the suffers were out that day too . The beach was crowded but yet heavenly , everything went together on that sizzling day , the waves from the ocean sent mist over my sun-kissed body making me feel cool if only for a second . While all the music laughter a playing seemed like a soft melody playing in the back-ground . As you can imagine the beach was my favorite part of the summer . Angel and myself spent most of our summer on Clearwater Beach that summer an enjoyed every moment of it . While visiting family and friends throughout the summer I came to a realization , I had been spending my summers being lazy threw out the years . The furthest I ever traveled were to Ohio to spend summers with my grandmother , I felt like I cheated myself out of seeing so much more

On a warm summer morning, my mother decided that it was time to go to the beach. My whole family, including my dog, piled into the car and we set off to the beach. The car ride was about thirty minutes to the california coast. The ride was fairly pleasant and short. I could feel the excitement radiating off of my mother. As we approached the ocean, the smell of salt became more prominent. It took about ten minutes to find a parking stop because California traffic is crazy. When we found a parking spot we jumped out and made our way to the water.

My mom was busy trying to have a conversation with the cute lifeguard. I went and played volleyball with some kids my age instead. Time went by so fast before I knew it, it was 3 pm. I walked over to my mom to get some rest and relax. She had given up on the lifeguard and was now sitting in a chair close to the ocean, having a conversation with a couple in their mid-forties. This wasn't horrifying to watch, it was just boring. I jumped up and asked her if she wanted to go jump the waves with me. I loved pools, so how different could the ocean be. While we were walking in I saw a red flag go up nearby. I chose to ignore it

I couldn’t help but feel miserable on the saturated, and frigid concrete floor. Just to think a couple of days ago, I was sitting on the recliner reading my favorite book kidnapped. Ironic right, considering I’m trapped in a cell with a crazy person having to fend for myself. It all started with a fight with my mom about a party.

I remember packing my bags like it was yesterday. Although I’ve been excitedly anticipating this trip for months, I would of course pack my bags the night before. Nevertheless, I was going to Belize! Our school organized a trip of which seniors, who were a part of the Environmental Science course, could go on an eight-day adventure in the vast jungles of Belize and explore the party island itself – San Pedro.

In hindsight, I realize I was not ready for a job, maybe I was just too immature. That Thursday night, in what felt like an empty cold room, I lay there crying, wishing for everything to be over. It all started the day I turned 15, I was just a young man, who for some reason decided that it was time to get a real job.

“GOAL!”, Shikhar had scored a goal. I was at my friends house, my face buried in the red, leather couch. In front of me was a 65 inch Samsung television My friend and I were playing FIFA on my XBOX and he was destroying me so far in the game. It was only the second minute and he had already scored. My team was FC Barcelona and his team was Real Madrid. I had the legendary forward and he had the legendary FIFA skills. I was mad and I really felt sad after he scored and I was determined to score a goal and win the game. That was mostly because before we started the game we both made a bet of 15 dollars and would be popular at school. He also had a disadvantage in one key area , fortunately. That was his formation. His formation was a 4-3-3 attack which was three forwards three midfielders, a left back, a right back, two center backs, and one goalie. I had a 4-3-3 holding which meant that I had a defensive midfield instead of just three plain old midfielders. Overall, this meant that I had a better structure and could defend and while he could only attack well.

I will never forget this scene people crying tears of joy or happiness you just couldn't tell, yelling like they were about to die it was funny and horrific at the same time. and all of the above you would think this was because of fear but really. About three years ago it was mid-October around this time and as usual, we were at my aunt's house in Independence Iowa. It`s a house made out of wood my aunt and uncle built it with some of their friends when they first moved there I know that's not really relevant I just think its cool.

Tears cluster in my eyes. My heart pounds violently in my chest as I stand frozen–not able to think about anything except for the three words my dad told me. I am very close with my grandparents, Right now they don't live with each other they actually have not lived with each other for lord knows how long, but they still see each other my grandpa comes down to her apartment room for when he needs to take his medicine because he has diabetes. A typical weekend for me is to on friday afternoons I get picked up by my mom from school, Then my mom drops me off at my grandma’s apartment room. As soon as i walk in the door the smell of coffee fills my lungs, but it is not like the coffee with creamer it is black coffee it tastes like hot water with a bitter aftertaste, My grandma is watching ION like usual she is watching a crime show. I sat my things down on the couch and sat down with her she asks me if i want a PB&J sandwich and a pepsi of course like always i agree and excitedly wait for my food to be prepared, While i eat my food i hear a knock at the door i race to the door and ask who it is it is grandpa i swing the door open and hug him tightly i close the door behind him.

First time? No. Last time? Possibly. The rays of July sun pound down, scorching my pale flesh, but I don’t feel it. Fear augments inside me; unsure my limits, I persist.

The waves were coming too fast and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was stuck in the impact zone, and I didn’t know where I was. I got a mouthful of saltwater in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but swallow it. I remember going around and around in somersaults on the bottom of the ocean floor just getting stuck over and over again in the cycle of the waves breaking one after another. I thought to myself that this was a terrible decision. That lead me to ask myself, “Why did I think I could surf?” I was too young, I wasn’t strong enough, and I couldn’t yell for someone to help me.