The Beach-Personal Narrative

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The night is the best part of my day. I get to break from everything and get to imagine and have sweet dreams. While imagining I never know when I gently fell into slumber. Sometimes I have nightmares and they are sure creepy… Mia rushes to the aeroplane gate. Suddenly, her clumsiness made her slump to the floor and she feels sorrowful. But, she is a girl that forgets the awful moments of her life. She was imaging how Hawaii is going to be like, when she heard, “Finally, we are going back to Hawaii! I can't take this cold anymore.” said her girl behind her. “Hi! Can you tell me how is it like in Hawaii?” “Well, Hawaii is the most beautiful place ever! The splashing sound of waves, tropical paradise with amazing natural wonders and the different islands that has their own unique thing like watching the sunrise from Haleakala national park in Maui are marvellous. Is it your first time going to Hawaii?” …show more content…
I live in Greenland. I really like imaging and dreaming stuff.”
“I am Cecily. I live in Hawaii in island Maui. it’s really fun living there. ” They were talking and laughing until her sister Georgia comes. Finally, after about 11 hours of the ride, they arrived in Hawaii. Mia was shocked by looking at the beaches and the volcano. At Cecily’s house in Hawaii. “You can't be friends with a girl who is clumsy and not like us! Did you see her slumping to the ground?” said Georgia.
I wonder how it's like living in Greenland for a long time? It would be so cold for me! I can't even live there for 1 week!” said Cecily ignoring Georgia.
"You don’t understand, Cecily!”
“I do Mia’s parents had worked so hard to make Mia’s dream come true. Even though she told them not to since they finally had enough money. Be her friend. She is nice and more like a

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