My Last Summer - Original Writing

It was the beginning of my senior trip to the Bahamas, I was 18 so that meant I could have some real fun since I was finally old enough (at least outside of the United States). I was with my sister, Ashley, who is 17 years older than me and her husband Kevin. We drove to Nashville, Tennessee the day before we were going to embark on the first time I had ever been out of the country. We made our way to the oh-so-famous Opry Mills Mall and it was definitely a sight to see. Now Ashley and Kevin are well traveled

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

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

When I was about four years old my dad was still working in the military. Then one late afternoon my dad calls a family meeting in the dining room then BOOM he tells us that he got a new job offer and that we’re moving virginia. I didn't really know what that meant cause I was 4 but my sister was devastated Because she had tons of friends at school and at home and she liked it. So we packed our bags and set out to virginia.

t was the first of June. The sun was shining brightly and there was the flavor of joy, happiness, and vacations in the air. I breathed it and truly felt how my body overwhelmed with the freedom and desire to move the mountains in the pursuit of great vacations. I planned my summer holidays during the whole year, and I knew for sure that it had to be a marvelous time spent with friends, ocean, sunshine, fresh fruits, and disco parties. My mother has changed everything that day. She decided that charity was the best thing, which I could do in the summer, and enrolled me to the special program, aimed at attending the elderly homes and assisting senior people there.

It was the end of the school year, and I was super excited to go home, jump on the couch and have the snuggly feeling I had last summer. When my dad came home he called me up to his room,

The water dragged and strapped her down from all possible sides. The more she struggled the more disorientated she became. Left, right, up, down she couldn’t make any sense of it all. She pushed with her arms and legs but she couldn’t find any leverage, for all she knew she was forcing herself further down. Her lungs craved for more air and even though she knew she wouldn’t receive enough, her body still took a final breath. Cold water filled her lungs, burning her throat as if hundreds of needles had pierced into it. Her muscles relaxed and she was oddly calm for a moment - then everything slowly faded too black.

There was a young girl named Summer, and a young boy named Kyle located in Atlanta, Georgia. Kyle was a handsome brown skin country boy right out of Mississippi. He dressed well, had fantastic grades and had a nappy boy fade. Summer was a brown skin suburban girl. She dressed to the nine, was an A-B student, and always smelled like strawberries and mangos, and her hair was always different. Kyle was so in love with Summer before Summer even knew he existed. One day, Summer was introduced to Kyle by her younger cousin and automatically caught feelings, but she didn't show it of course. They started off slow. They facetimed every single night for hours. After long nights of laughing, flirting, and falling asleep on the phone the two lovebirds

With summer almost over, I can't help but look back on the past few months. Mid-May I was completely blindfolded, I dived into the summer months without any goals or any idea of what it would bring.

My family decided it would be a good idea to take us to the beach in Alabama. Once again excitement took over my body because we were going to the beach, and reuniting with our family. My parents and I hit the road, and we were headed east. When we arrived, I was greeted by a massive hotel. My whole family shared a condo, which was craziness with having all thirteen of us in one room. After we settled into the room, we headed for the beach. We boogie boarded against the crystal clear waves of the Alabama Coast, and I could not have been happier. The last day of the trip was the best day out of all because we went to a place called the Hangout. My cousin and I got matching washable tattoos and corn rows braided into our hair. Later that evening we were walking along the beach and we came across a foam party. The people asked us to join them and we danced and sang in the bubbles as we watched the sun go down. We ended our night on the balcony singing Jimmy Buffet songs. The following day was the day we all had to part ways, and we were sad that this incredible trip had to

I was finally done with school. I loved that it was summer. I got to go to so many fun places. Such as I went to Ventura it was so fun there I got to see my family that I haven’t seen for a while. I went camping at Lake Hemet. I went fishing with my sister Kim. My mom, dad, sisters, brother, and I went on a boat ride. It was so fun I got to see all type of fish. My brother Jeremiah got to drive it. But a the fun had to stop a couple days later because we had to leave. We had to go back home but we got to talk about what happened.

Note: I just read my journal entry about what I want to do during summer break and I

“I have missed you so much!” I say as I fall back onto my bed. It feels so good to be back home. My own bed, my own room, my own clothes, my own food.

It was a bitter cold morning in Birmingham, Alabama, which is normal for its December months. It wasn’t snowing, but there was a slight frost on the windows of the car. My parents and I were embarking on a trip to Houston, Texas to see my grandparents for the holidays and I was beyond excited. Every year since I was born, we always went out to Texas to spend Christmas with them. We usually would drive a strenuous twelve hours, which made for a very tiring trip, for both me and my parents. However, this particular year, my parents decided to buy plane tickets. I had never been on a plane before, and I was not thrilled about it. Airplanes scared me to death, and I couldn’t help but think about all the things that could go wrong. I was

I gently crept out of my bedroom and tiptoed past my parents’, to make sure they were asleep. Satisfied with hearing two sets of snoring, I scuttled backwards and shut my door quietly. My heart was already racing. I could hear my pulse pounding in my head. Quietly as possible, I pulled my jeans and boots on and slid my window open. That alone probably took two whole minutes. The window was squeaky unless you slid it up just right.