Hampton Beach: A Short Story

The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life

I had become field commander of our marching band, I was the 2015 Hancock County Jr. Fair Queen, my mom got a new job as a teacher’s aid (which at the time she didn’t know she’d end up hating it, but for now she’s happy.), and I could finally say I was truly happy with the way things were going. The thought of being a senior scared but excited me at the time. I have gone to Liberty-Benton for thirteen years and am the fourth generation to graduate from L-B. I was so ready to finally begin a new journey as a high school graduate and a college freshman.

It was June 10, the day we got out of school and headed to the beach. It was our annual family trip to Myrtle Beach which meant going to Family Kingdom, River City, to the ocean, and playing around. I couldn’t wait it was finally time to go and as soon as we got on the highway my mom stops the car and turns around because she forgot her pillow. That didn’t really bother me because everyone forgets things. We were about two hours into the trip when my brother realizes that he forgot his phone. He complained the whole rest of the way how he wanted to go home and he didn’t want to go all because of his phone. But the best part was soon to come. We stopped at a convenient store to rest and get a snack. I got a bag of Chex Mix and a Blue Raspberry

The aroma of the salty ocean breeze dances around me. The ocean splashes onto the million small grains of sand while tickling the feet of the diverse people who travel among it. Music of the waves sing in perfect unison with sound of the natives playing their drums, their beautiful harmonies fill the resort while they wait for generous people with anything to spare. I look around and embrace every small detail, like the small sand crabs that scurry across my newly pedicured toes and the shattered shells that gouge into the bottoms of my feet. I find my way to the brightly colored hammocks filled with people reading the magazines filled with all the fake information about Justin Bieber and his new girlfriend, or the perfectly picked novel just

I have made a lot of deliberate decisions and intentional choices while writing this memoir. While writing this memoir I recalled a lot of memories from an incident that happened to me on Virginia Beach in Chesapeake, Virginia. An incident that changed me forever, changed my feelings every time I pass by or go to any beach. It was three years ago when a friend of mine died drowning while we were on a boat. During the memoir I chose to be more implicit than explicit by giving enough details about the event that happened not just telling the reader. I have maintained to keep the essay more open and understandable to the reader.

My Boyfriend and I drove to Hampton Beach for the weekend. When we arrived to Hampton Beach it was late because we had to wait for me to get out of college and for him to get out of work for us to get on the road and drive out to the beach. We got to our hotel and checked out our room and unpacked our stuff then we went to go check out the beach. The beach was so peaceful, nobody was there, and it was midnight. We stayed until one in the morning, it was so nice to be able to spend time together. We walked back to the hotel and got ready for bed, early in the morning we got ready for the day and walked to the beach, and we walked the whole beach before anyone got there. We spent the whole day at the beach and

Sitting on the shore of the beach in the morning purity, a memory was faced. One that was unfamiliar but petrifying. An erratic emotion triggered repercussions of shock which rapidly flowed through my body, resulting gushing tears down my face. My chin lifted in the direction of the sky, slowly ceasing my eyes tight. The acceptance of those traumatic experiences was yet to occur. The rate of my breath calmed as my eyes fluttered easily against the warm wind. My toes wriggled slowly and at ease against the soft white sand, a sensational feeling. The air was moist, however astonishing. Adjusting my position, I placed the mug of flushed water close to my upper half as the essential heat directly transferred towards me. Clear as crystal, the sky

The night of graduation we all lined up the same way we did at practice, ABC order, as I walked out I felt so rewarded that I was able to make it to my high school graduation. We all sat in a huge gym surrounded by our loves ones, Black and gold caps and gowns filled the room. I waited anxiously for my name to be called; with my last name starting with a W I was pretty much at the end. I walked up and across the stage, shook their hand as I received my diploma and smiled for a picture. As I walked back to my seat I feel my eyes start to water because I felt so proud of myself that I made it to this point after years of hard work. I look around once I’m seated and see how happy everyone is. Next year everyone will be going their separate ways, starting college and making new friends. The ceremony ends with a bunch of smiles, some tears and caps being thrown up in the air while everyone is clapping for

My parents and I happily trudged out of our chilled condo room, weighed down by various beach supplies. We made our way to the elevator, slowly but surely exiting the maze we call our condo hallways. As we glided down, floor after floor, we finally reached the parking garage. We stepped out of the elevator feeling a mix of humidity and heat immediately cling to our tan bodies. We exited the garage to find a beautiful scene. Birds were flying overhead as there were sun rays beating down against white, hot sand. We crossed the bridge that held shoes and scattered shells. After we did so, we pressed our feet against the white sand that belonged to Destin, Florida. The sight was even more alluring than I had ever imagined.

I stretched my arms out and looked up and down the beach. Although I lived in Waikiki for years, it'd been far too long since I took a vacation, let alone the beach, since I'm dealing with neverending piles of school assignments and activities. As I strolled along the coastline I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I was taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. I closed my eyes, letting myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. The beach was oddly quiet for this time of that year, only a handful of people sunbathing. I didn't mind, I was going to enjoy myself.

The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a

Graduation day arrived and I had butterflies out of this world. It seemed as if I misplaced everything. I could not find my dress. My family came from one state to another. I finally got to the church were the commencement was going to be held. I

Monday, May 16th, graduation day. It’s 5:37 in the morning and I remember this cause I never wake up earlier than 8 unless I have to, but today I didn’t have to. It’s the day culminating twelve years of hard work and dedication into a three hour ceremony in which I will actually have to do something with my life other than a routine I believe I’ve perfected throughout these last four years. I roll over and pick up my phone, a dim light comes through a slit in my window shades just to remind me how early it actually is. I can’t fall back asleep so I decide to get out of bed. I sit up on my bed rubbing my eyes trying to make sense of the room around me, I may have lived here for 18 years but I can never find the cord to my ceiling light. I

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.

Waking up from my sleep, I screamed loud so my parents could hear me today one is of the most  monumental days in my life . Yes!! After twelve long drawn out complicated and unrelieved years the wait was almost over.  Jumping out of my bed landing straight on my feet I swiftly ran into my parents room, but to my surprise the room was completely empty. Mom shouting to the top of my lungs almost busting them! Where are you? I am in the kitchen cooking breakfast and stop screaming you was not raised in the back of a barn. Smelling hotcakes, eggs, and bacon I ran to the kitchen as if it was the last supper. Sitting down at the table my mother advised to hurry up because we had numberless amounts of things to do before the extensive day. Nine hours away, let the countdown begin.