My Favorite Place

Sunny, bright day on the hot sandy beach. The golden grains of sand are leaving imprints on my bare feet from their scolding outer edges. The bright colors of new swimming suits, mostly neons. My friends are jumping through the waves beside me. This is the beauty of Cocoa Beach.

         The tastes are unexplainable. The saltiness of the crashing waves on the shores. Tasting pineapple on my microscopic taste buds from the sweet smoothies. And the worst taste of all, the sand in my mouth from friends kicking it at my face. Grinding bits of grains are rubbing against my teeth like a piece of sandpaper on wood. Of course, the tastes are mostly terrific rather than terrible.

Smells are like smelling a rose that just came from the garden.  First, I smelled the salty water that touches your nostrils ever so gently. Then, the sweet smells that is as sweet as cotton candy. The flaming sand, the sunscreen, and finally, all of the frozen smoothies that are made on the beach further down from where we sat. Along with all of the smells, the sights and feelings are exceptional.

The neons, purples, teals, bright oranges and lime greens of the swimming suits is the first thing I experienced at Cocoa Beach. Also, I saw the white-capped waves hurling over the eager swimmers. The seashells that are lined along the shore make this sight seem serene. Wait until the waves come in. Along with my sights of the beach, my feelings and what I felt along my skin felt like I was in heaven. The warmth from the golden sun on my soon to be tan legs was incredible. Also, with the sand between my toes and near the sadly warm shower after swimming was incredible.

And last, but certainly not least, the sounds. From the giggling of the small children and the weird sounds from the adults, mostly yelling at the waves, I defiantly felt like I was at a beach rather than a library. I first heard my friends yelling at me from the salty waters to jump in, the water is fine. From laughing in my head to landing in the sea, underneath the surface is the quietest and most scary place of all.

Cocoa Beach is an incredible place to go that I will never forget. With my friends by my side and my new swimming suit, what could be better? And of course, the golden sun beating down on me makes this place like an enormous sauna. Cocoa Beach is an experience and a place I will never forget as long as I live.

A Person I Look Up To

        One person that I look up to is Nastia Liukin because of her determination. She is an Olympic gymnast that does floor, uneven bars, vault and beam. The reason that I look up to her is because when I get older, I want to go to the Olympics and either be a coach or actually participate in the events. She is a blonde haired, blue eyed girl, about 5'4 in height, which is a spitting image of me. She has done many things in the Olympics by placing in all medals in all competitions, and getting gold in all of these events in one year. I also want to be like her because of her determination in gymnastics. Nastia never gives up if she fails once or twice in an all-around. I look up to Nastia Liukin because of all of her achievements and determination in my favorite sport, gymnastics.

Descriptive Essay- Butterfly Necklace

Glimmering turquoise pool, young kids with their bright new swimming suits jumping off the edge. Who doesn’t love summer? All of you friends are there. New suits, tanning oil, and sunscreen, ahhh… the smell of sunscreen. But for me, this summer was different.

         It was a bright sunny June day at the pool. Small town with a lot of kids at the pool. Haley had told me in the rainy days of April she was moving in June. The move came like it was a track race. We were jumping into what felt like cold water due to the heat. Eventually, her mom came to pick us up to go and help pack their belongings that would be sent to Sioux Falls the next day. We had finally arrived to the what now seemed like a desolate grey house, where when we were younger, we imagined it was a castle. There was nothing left in the small house after everything had been shoved and jammed into the cardboard boxes.  After the packing was done and everything was in various sizes of boxes, time was ticking for our last couple of hours together.

         We walked to the colorful Kiddie Park and went on every ride possible. There she gave me a beautiful butterfly necklace with the word “friend” embedded into its silver lining. She had the “best” to it. With the rosy pink and the soft blue glistening stones, it made it look like it wanted to break free from the chain and fly away to the golden sunshine. It looked like it was sad, but I knew that it was for me, made for me I guess. We gloomily walked back past the sweet flowers filled with nectar for the buzzing bees.

         At her house, we decided to make one last lap around her house in a slow pace. My mom came to pick me up and that was it. Goodbye to my first best friend and hello to a new life. No, that’s not it. More like goodbye to my first best friend. I will miss you so much. I looked at the necklace and it looked back at me as if meaning to whisper ever so sweetly in my ear, “You will be fine. I am here for you.”        

Tears trickled down my face, leaving salty wet trails down my cheeks. I had lost her and she will never come back. Friends are like bees and they can sometimes be like sparkling butterflies. They will come back if they wish, but sometimes they can’t because of the intriguing flowers that are holding them captive there. The butterfly had flown to a new beginning in the roses and wasn’t coming back.

My Lunchroom

           At our school, most of the student's favorite place is the lunchroom. In the small lunchroom, the smells of "homemade food" is overwhelming, and not in a good way. We rush to the spots on the small wooden tables and we generally crunch 7-8 people on a bench. The girls sit at one table and gossip and the boys sit at another and talk about who knows what. There are colorful vending machines, nice-ish lunch ladies, and many students from all of the grades. Most of the time, all you hear is laughing and talking, and the lunch ladies usually yelling at someone. "NO running in the lunchroom," is the most common phrase from them. You can sit down a granite-plastic table that it smooth as silk and the chairs that feel like sandpaper when you sit down. There are also many trash cans in the corner. The lunchroom is a fun place to be, most of the time.

The Amazing Thing

One Amazing Thing That Happened Over Break

The one thing that I liked or that I did over Christmas break was I hung out at Emily’s house for New Year’s Eve. This was the best celebration yet. It was 10:00 and we were blowing up what was supposed to be 40 bright colored balloons but turned out to be 30. Soon, time was ticking faster than ever and it was 11:58. We put on our favorite song, and stood under our balloon filled tarp. At 12:00, we grabbed the tarp and yanked and right then and there, it was like a balloon catastrophe. I was as happy as a kitten with a ball of yarn. After all of that fun, we decided it was time to go to sleep. 1 o’clock, 2 o’clock, and finally at 3:30 am, we were out and sleeping like children. New Year’s Eve is always fun if you are with your friends.    

Invisibility Potion of REVENGE

“Should we do it?” I asked.  “Yes! We can finally get back at the jerk that broke BOTH of our hearts. Deal?” She finally concluded and I got an evil grin and ended with a mocking “Deal.” The next day we got the blue gurgling potion and each took a large gulp, which was only meant to be a sip.

All of the sudden BOOM! You can’t see us anymore. We had spent the night together and decided to go to school extra early the next morning.  Then, he arrived. Our games had begun and he was struck by how sneaky we were. 

Emily and I trotted down the long halls and knocked everything over. We were in history, in the class that we were all in. Including the IT, we can’t say his name. His computer was miraculously pushed on the ground making a crack and all of they keys were misplaced. Oops, my bad. NOT.

In fourth period, his book was accidentally thrown at the teacher. Detention…and payback. With his face red and his eyes glowing blue from the tears at his eye line, he was embarrassed. Sadly, the potion wore off at lunch and we had to rush to the bathroom and we kind of just showed up out of nowhere.

 IT was scared, and embarrassed, kind of the way we felt when IT killed our pink, beating hearts with his icy cold “thing” that is so called a heart.