Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Peaceful Beach, Peaceful Land (Narrative)

It was a magnificent, sunny day and I felt FRESH! My parents thought it was a good idea to have a family swim at the private beach next to our hotel. “AAAaaaahhhh,” I already feel comfortable.

We arrived and “Ouch!” I cried out loud as I fell down on the hot and crunchy sand which relaxed my feet.  My family, friends and I were on a 6 week vacation in Tahiti at the Bora-bora hotel. We were in a beautiful resort. It was so beautiful and so nice that I even asked my mum if we could live there.

Our time at the beach was EXTRAVAGANZA!  FUN!! The water was nnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccccccccccccccccccccceeeeeee and relaxing and so clean. “This is the best vacation I’ve ever had!” My sister shouted. We all agreed and smiled. Playing with my beach volley-ball , it suddenly floated down and further away.

Feeling too worried and horrified, I swam my hardest to try and get it. But by the time I arrive near it, it goes even further away.

“Hosannah, relax, don’t worry, the floatable is coming to get you.” But my mum’s words were lost. It was frightening and I was half way between a BIG beach.

Finally the big boat came to rescue me. I can see someone very familiar driving it from the water. “Oh hi Dad" I said. Into the boat I went with my beach volley-ball and away we went.

We all left after a funny day. My holiday was more fun after all..................


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