I heard the footsteps of my dad upstairs and the leaves in the trees rustling in the wind. I listened closely for the lighter footsteps of my brother. The one that should be getting ready to help my dad with the boat. When I heard nothing I felt my heart start to ache with frustration. I immediately felt dizzy as I stumbled out of bed too quickly, and tried to climb the stairs. The kitchen smelled fresh compared to the musty smell of my room and the early morning news played quietly from the television. “Where’s Roman? Is he not helping you with the boat?” I asked my dad with a quiet, hoarse voice. “I tried waking him up, he said that he didn’t feel like coming.” Said my dad with a hint of disappointment as he closed the refrigerator. …show more content…
The light wind licked my hair and the dirt crunched under my shoes as I walked down the steep hill. I climbed across the damp rocks that made up this small beach and searched for the ropes that would pull in our dingy. My dad came down after and set our life jackets and other gear carefully down on the rocks and smiled. “Here, let me show you how to bring the dinghy in.” He showed me the proper knots to tie and how important it was to make sure there was no seaweed on the rope. We threw on our lifejackets and grabbed the few things we needed for this short trip. My dad paddled swiftly against the little current and soon enough we were against our beautiful, nameless, boat. I was happy to help get the and my dad was grateful for that. When we were no longer anchored to the shore, free to go wherever, the boat started with a soft roar, like an angry dog. “Great morning for boating.” He said casually. I nodded and yawned. “I know that you 're tired so thank you for coming with me. I really appreciate having someone to help me and keep me company.” I hadn’t really thought about it. When I said I would come it hadn’t felt like a big deal. “No problem, I like coming.” I said nonchalantly. I stared out over the water as I curled my legs up to my chest to stay warm. The water was glass. It reflected the soft morning colors of the sky and our boat sliced through it like a knife. I watched a cormorant fly alongside of us, skimming the water. It smelled
I saw my father, young and determined, working at the crack of dawn in the brickyard, while my mother stayed home to childproof their small apartment. Using the potent mixture of caffeine and chemicals contained in Mountain Dew, he was able to resist the urge to doze off during his daily classes. I saw myself running around the large oak tree that dwarfed our first house, and couldn’t help but smile as I thought about my mom, pregnant with my sister, walking me to the library to play with the puppets and pick up books about my favorite dinosaurs. I saw the terrifying night that the oak tree was stuck by lightning, and heard my mothers voice over the phone at school, eagerly telling me about my new baby brother. My stream of consciousness was broken as we entered the scorching area where they bake the bricks, but I quickly zoned out again as my grandpa began to explain the technical aspects of brickmaking. This time, the memories took place in a new house, as our cozy home had turned claustrophobic with the addition of a fifth member. Quiet walks to the library were replaced with chaotic days at the pool. The cards began to pick up speed, as I got deeper into my life. The dark years of middle school, when my hair covered my eyes and I
“What is wrong?” my dad asks. We both grin. It is not what is wrong that makes me
“What’s wrong Fletcher?” I looked up at him and told him the truth. Dad looked at me for a second, thought showing in his eyes
It started like any other day up on the hills of Rhein, but that day had the scent of freedom floating in the air. The journey ahead of me had been teasing me for weeks, I was just so anxious to get away and start all over again. I had made certain arrangements before I left, our family dog was not allowed on the ship that we were going to be arriving in America, so I had my parents take care of the dog for us. It was a hard thing to do seeing that the dog had become more than just a pet to the children and I, for we almost would recognize him as a family member. Most of our possessions we were able to keep with us, but we had to keep the load light since it was going to be a tight stay in the steerage. I
“Want me to change the channel?” I asked my dad with a sense of sadness.
My extended family and I were at our favorite vacation spot, Carolina Beach. It was another beautiful day. Kids ran through the hot sand while the seagulls went through their parents unguarded bags. Me and my family sat in our beach chairs watching the crashing waves. The waves were full of small grey fish. Schools of these small fish were flying out of the water, fleeing from the bigger fish below. My uncle jumped out of his beach chair and grabbed his fishing net to cast over the jumping fish. The net sunk into the blue ocean waves. A quick tug and the net emerged while closing over the fish. He dragged the net through the waves and onto the wet sand. Their wet grey scales glistened in the warm sun as they jumped trying to escape the net.
“Why are we out here again?” I asked, not sure where the drink I had went to. “So your edgy self doesn’t make you seem awkward. Also, to get away from everyone. I felt super uncomfortable with the amount of people there.”
“Dad, where are you going this time?” said Santiago with a smirk. It seems like you’re never here, and I need you. You may not realize it, but I do.
My father says “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier and It’s been a long day of celebrations and it is not easy see you become a man.”
I could feel the nice breeze hitting my face as I looked at all of the islands around us. When I felt better, I went back below and saw that the scuba divers had just jumped in and were trying to find some sea creatures, soon, they brought up a sea urchin and brought it up to the window so that everyone could see and inspect it. They did the same with a few more interesting animals like a starfish. I got seasick again so I had to go back up on top of the boat until the end of the ride. I loved the boat ride, but it felt amazing, but also weird to be back on the land. “Ugh”, I groaned. My legs were so sore and I too warm and hungry. My dad wanted to eat, too. We went to eat at the restaurant that was painted light blue with a painted sign and
Those two weeks came and went, and we were to set out in the morning for the first trip to town. I awoke the next morning at what had to be 6 am, there was no light shining through the dusty cabin window in my bedroom, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and checked my watch, it read 10:30 am stunned and convinced my watch was broken, I slumped my feet to the floor and walked to the window to find a white wall blocking my view, snow had fallen a week early. I left the bedroom and stepped outside of the cabin to find my father. I shielded my eyes as the sun reflected off of a five foot layer of snow that threatened to blind me. My father was bent down at the tires of the old SUV shovel in hand digging furiously, cursing under his breath. The white powder had all but buried everything in sight. I watched the frustration turn to panic on my father’s face; there was no way he was going to dig the car
Waking up to my father's footsteps outside my room. The time reads a hazy 8:30 am on a January Saturday. My father walked into my room and said: “ Time to get ready to go to Washington D.C.” I look up at him confused, I tiredly ask, “ Why are we going to Washington D.C today.” He explains that we were going to pick out a get my silver Trumpet. We all pack up the car for the trip and left. The drive down seems to be minutes when I fall asleep in the car. When we made into Washington D.C, the sky was a mirky grey. We stop to grab a bite to eat before arriving at the shop. When we arrived at the shop, we all got out. The cold air hit me when I crack the door. The music shop was on a steep hill, walking down was easy. My mother open the door
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
It was a dark and quiet night. The cars on the street rarely past, speaking because it was already 12. I sat there, on the couch, watching movies with my family. Everytime there was a part I didn 't or couldn 't see, I would shove my head in my mother 's shirt, smelling her jasmine scented perfume until it gave me a headache. It was as if we were in our own family bubble, enjoying our time. Who knew anything could 've happened outside our bubble. Sunday morning, I woke up to the sound of the floor creaking as someone moved. I exited my room and as I opened my door, an avalanche of delicious smells showered me. ¨Good morning, mija.¨, screamed my mother, trying to be louder than all the racket caused by the mixer. ¨Good morning, ma.¨, I
Tricia swung the door open amid this cliffhanger and I begged for more information. As it happened, Tricia had moved our friends to the other side of the bar to leave the two of us alone, while still maintaining a clear view of our the drama unfolding between myself and Mr. Wonderful. Love was in the air and it was hijacking my soul.