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Caroline N.


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The Wave Story

I’ve been at sea for only three weeks now, but my heart feels as if it’s been years. My father likes to say I’m as impatient as a four year old. That’s quite the insult because I’m nearly sixteen now. I long to jump off the boat and take a long, cool dip in the water. But I keep my feet planted on the boat.  Father would only say that when I give into my feelings I am unladylike – whatever that means.

Just then, I hear a distressed shout from behind me. I whip my head around and I see my father’s pale face. I spot the sudden cause of his fear; a giant crack has split the boat in two. I am on one side and he is on the other. I’m forced to watch as a giant, navy blue wave crashes over my father. I hear my father shout “Jump!” to me. But now, there is little to jump to.

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