We were all crowded around the rectangular wooden table, in our musty smelling cabin, Grand Marais, Michigan. My mom- smiling her famous, beautiful white smile; my sister, Bonita-on her tiptoes attempting to be the same height as the rest of us; Taylor- my sister’s blue eyed best friend; my best friend- Ally giggling like usual, and finally me- wearing the same shirt I’d been wearing for the past few days gathered together like a group of “penguins” waiting to be fed their afternoon meal. We were all squeezing together holding mismatched cups up in the air, ready to make a toast to the night that was to come. “Here’s to our last night on Lake Superior, our last night without wifi, and our last night of uneasy, bug-filled sleep…” My mom
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Despite the fact that she had the habit of saying over-used lines, despite the fact that she had a weird tendency to make all the conversations she had sound staged, and despite the fact that she was sometimes over protective, my mom was still pretty cool.
With her brows furrowed, Bonita interjected, “I don’t think you guys should go. Mom, we don’t know the area, to get to the beach you have to go through a forest, it looks likes it’s going to rain, there is no way they have service up here so they can’t contact us- I really don’t think they should go.” Bonita was the cautious sibling, the one who had years of mistakes and experiences to speak from. She just turned twenty-two in February, but sometimes she’d act like a four year old, curious and happy; sometimes she’d act like an eighty year old, with cautious eyes and friendly wrinkles. This was one of her eighty year old moments.
I looked at my mom with pleading thoughts, I could see her reasoning behind her happy eyes and her beautiful age face. “You guys can go,” She smiled carefully.
So we did. Bo, Taylor, and my mom sat around the table and talked about adult things while the light rain outside tapped on the windows. Al and I were dressed and we both had water bottles in each of our hoodie pockets and we were …show more content…
My hair was in its natural state of “somewhere between tangled mess and almost dreadlocks.” We were approaching the overgrown woods, and the moon had been covered in a thick blanket of clouds and fog. The rain kissed our faces and the ground became a rhythmic drum.
Ally laughed as we ran into the woods. We were blind- blind to the trail in front of us, blind to the fact that time was passing and moving, and blind to everything else in the world- except us. Except that moment.
After a long, rainy run through the woods, my barefeet had a thick coat of mud and grass clinging to them- the way a child clings to her mother or her favorite blanket. We’d finally made our travel and we were on the beach. The clouds no longer held themselves over the moon, and the rain had finally come to a calm, deliberate stop.
“Izzy, Izzy, Izzy!!” Ally laughed whenever she talked- she was a walking piece of happiness. Her smile gave off the feeling of real happiness- the kind you feel when you and your best friend are laughing so hard that your sides hurt and you have tears coming from your eyes and all you’re thinking about is that moment- that joke. That’s the feeling Ally’s smile gives
Despite the fact that she had the habit of saying over-used lines, despite the fact that she had a weird tendency to make all the conversations she had sound staged, and despite the fact that she was sometimes over protective, my mom was still pretty cool.
With her brows furrowed, Bonita interjected, “I don’t think you guys should go. Mom, we don’t know the area, to get to the beach you have to go through a forest, it looks likes it’s going to rain, there is no way they have service up here so they can’t contact us- I really don’t think they should go.” Bonita was the cautious sibling, the one who had years of mistakes and experiences to speak from. She just turned twenty-two in February, but sometimes she’d act like a four year old, curious and happy; sometimes she’d act like an eighty year old, with cautious eyes and friendly wrinkles. This was one of her eighty year old moments.
I looked at my mom with pleading thoughts, I could see her reasoning behind her happy eyes and her beautiful age face. “You guys can go,” She smiled carefully.
So we did. Bo, Taylor, and my mom sat around the table and talked about adult things while the light rain outside tapped on the windows. Al and I were dressed and we both had water bottles in each of our hoodie pockets and we were …show more content…
My hair was in its natural state of “somewhere between tangled mess and almost dreadlocks.” We were approaching the overgrown woods, and the moon had been covered in a thick blanket of clouds and fog. The rain kissed our faces and the ground became a rhythmic drum.
Ally laughed as we ran into the woods. We were blind- blind to the trail in front of us, blind to the fact that time was passing and moving, and blind to everything else in the world- except us. Except that moment.
After a long, rainy run through the woods, my barefeet had a thick coat of mud and grass clinging to them- the way a child clings to her mother or her favorite blanket. We’d finally made our travel and we were on the beach. The clouds no longer held themselves over the moon, and the rain had finally come to a calm, deliberate stop.
“Izzy, Izzy, Izzy!!” Ally laughed whenever she talked- she was a walking piece of happiness. Her smile gave off the feeling of real happiness- the kind you feel when you and your best friend are laughing so hard that your sides hurt and you have tears coming from your eyes and all you’re thinking about is that moment- that joke. That’s the feeling Ally’s smile gives