Narrative Essay: So How Long Are You Staying Here Carolina?

“So how long are you staying here Carolina?”
“Just until the end of the summer, my father got a pay raise last year so we were able to come here this summer. I have always wanted to, and my father finally gave in to my guilt tricks,”she explains back to me with a hint of humor in her voice. I wave of sorrow washed over me. For once she actually feels like a real friend, and like always, another thing that I care for is going to leave me. “That sounds nice,” I say with a tone of despair in my voice. “Mariel I was wondering if you wanted to go surfing with me later,” Carolina muttered. It felt like my stomach dropped to my knees, and the color drained from my face. Thoughts scattered across my brain, unaware of what to say. “Mariel I know
The pit in my stomach is still there and I am starting to think it is not Carolina or the water. I think it is the fact that I still have not moved on and am still dreading so much on the past. My mothers surf shed rests in the back of the yard. The tan and black edges so neat with every stroke. With the pit of courage I have left in me, I trudge to the shed. An exhale leaves my lungs as my hands push open the handles. Ten surfboards neatly line the wall. She designed each and every one of them, each one telling a different message. The blue one, my brothers favorite color. She hoped someday when he started surfing that could be his first board. Then the one with four sea turtles, representing each one of our family members. In the tan lining two dates are engraved with the dates of when Kai and I were born. My favorite stands against the back wall. Light pink with the picture of a large dolphin. My mother designed this one for me. She knew they were my favorite animal. When I was little I would explain how dolphins were such kind and generous creatures, but were so brave and strong when they needed to help others. As I turn to leave the shed something catches my eye. Placed in the back a surfboard I have never seen before rests on a table. The powder blue corescent color is igniting a bright glow. I walk over to the table. Tiny dolphins extend all around the lining of the board. In the middle reads Mariel, the beautiful sea. Underneath the phrase For whatever we lose, you or me, It’s always we find each other in the sea. Tear drops run down my cheeks. My eighteenth birthday present lay right in front of my eyes. Placed right under the writing lays a letter, with a crisp white envelope with my name written boldly across the top. Without hesitation I carefully tear open the front fold and two sheets of paper fall into my