As I sprint across the hot sand that burns the soles of my feet‚ the smell of salt water and sunscreen hits my face. I can see teenagers nearby as they dive to save a falling volleyball‚ covering themselves in grains of sand. While I’m preoccupied‚ watching the intense game of volleyball‚ the cold waves of the Atlantic Ocean come crashing down on my legs. I can hear my best friend‚ Tara‚ dying of laughter as my body tries to adjust to the temperature of the sparking turquoise waters. Surrounding
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we began becoming drunk. I don’t know about the two of them‚ but I certainly noticed‚ I couldn’t walk in a straight line anymore and I barely knew what I was saying. We practically did not know anyone there and yet conversations between others‚ my friends and I seemed to sprout out like we were close acquaintances. From the principal of a school to an alcoholic‚ the types of people there were a plenty and we had them all! For a group that have never been to South Manchester‚ we somehow managed
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My bare feet chafe against the rough plastic of my bike pedals. I pedal as fast as I can‚ but it’s still not fast enough. A colossal headwind slows me down‚ making me work twice as hard to go half as fast. I need to get to the beach before dark‚ and I can already see the sun setting through the careening trees. To my relief‚ the sharp smell of salt and decomposing seaweed soon fills my nostrils. Despite everything‚ I manage to smile at the thought of all the euphoric memories I associate with the
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already filled my nostrils. The temperature was already in the eighties and my lip had developed a fine sweat mustache. I knew it was going to be a hot day. We had arrived at the landing site fifteen minutes early; this allowed me time to get my gear organized and wonder the quiet landing site. As I stepped out of the truck‚ the door squeaked open. I gave it a heavy‚ handed push to close‚ as it was old and didn’t always shut the first try. The slam echoed through the deserted park. In my hand‚ I firmly
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myself deflating. Suddenly‚ my gloomy home began to move‚ and a bright beautiful light from the sun appears above me. The rough big hands picked me up and placed me on the soft grass. I can feel the warmth of the bright sun on me. All the thoughts running through my head about what is going to be my task this time. I am prepare to make my owner a better player by the end of the task ahead. Just then I am kicked to the middle of the field where my task will begin. My owner starts dribbling me down
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September 4‚ 2010 My eyes and ears open to the sound of chirping birds outside the dew covered window and my alarm buzzing behind my head. I sense that my room is still messed up from the night before after I threw my gym bag down from practice yesterday night. I stretch my arms and legs as I prepare to get out of my warm bed. I was so sore from practice it felt as if my muscles turned of and I couldn’t move for the whole time. I started to get the feeling back into my body and I put my hand against the
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of my face. The gritty feeling in between my toes is chilling but yet very pleasing. A few strands of my blonde hair brush across my face caused by the wind whistling through the fishy tasting air. I can smell the saltiness lurking above the water as the clear liquid creeps closer to my buried toes. The sound of the gentle crashes comes from in front of me and beyond under the pink and orange sky. Water runs over the sand directly in front of me‚ creating a smooth surface on top of my feet
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grass‚ and cleanser. My head is spinning because of how nervous I am for this game‚ though I am walking confidently to the sounds of music playing in the background‚ coming from the obnoxious football players. My coach acknowledges my presence as I walk into the gym ready to start practice before the game. All my friends rush towards me‚ talking about who’s jersey I am wearing tonight. With all these girl’s around me I am suddenly swamped with a gust of perfume and hairspray‚ with my eyes blinded from
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goes off on the tableside next to my eardrum. I roll over onto my right side and hit the dismiss button turning off the vexatious sound. Slithering out of bed‚ I flick on the lights and slide on the usual black shirt‚ black jeans‚ and Converse; since it is the middle of January I put on a black beanie. I glide down the stairs and I topple over a colossal cardboard box and assuming it has Richard written in illegible letters‚ I know my stepdad has taken residence in my home. I walk through the labyrinth
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equally uncomfortable shorts that resembled the jet black of my jersey‚ I block out the cheers of the crowd while attempting to perfect my form. Swish! The basketball floats through the air‚ gliding perfectly‚ hurdling through the air into the net. The referee blows the whistle. It’s time. The loud cheers of the crowd fill the old gym as the rough leather ball flies into my hand. A stampede of the other team sprints at me. Hands fumbling
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