Caught in a Storm

Mexico

The sizzling sun shone brightly through the waving palm trees. My dirty blond hair swooped gracefully behind my tanned shoulder, as the breeze blew. I swung calmly in the cream colored hammock, and lay still as a rock. The humidity sunk into my skin, and made a slight tingle. I gazed at the cloudy sky, and soon heard the sound of the teal waves crashing up against the rocks. I shut my eyes, and lay stiff swinging with the wind, I was so thankful I was in Mexico. All of a sudden the heat gave a sudden burning sensation, that made my legs automatically circle around the hammock, plop onto the soft sand, and almost sprint to the clear ocean water. It was nice having our own mini beach. A wave swooshed towards me, as I tried to take a breath, but turned out to be a gulp of the salty water. My taste buds were left with a sour taste, that made me want to puke. Suddenly I started to choke, I swiftly swam to shore. I grabbed my cold glass of sweet tea, and took a long drink. I pulled the glass away from my thin lips. Suddenly the delicate glass started to slip from my fingertips, and shattered on the table. I heard the wooden floor inside creak closer and closer to me.

"What was that?!" My dad screeched.

"I-I dropped my tea..." I stuttered.

"Well you better be quiet! I am trying to work!!!"

"Sorry." I whispered

"Now clean this up!"

The only reason I was in Mexico was because my Father had some meetings and work there. But all I had was my dad, my mom died in a car accident when I was five. Although I was young, I still remember her, and I loved her. She was the sweetest person I knew, and all of a sudden she was gone. The thought of her made me cry. I shook out of my trance, and started scooping up the clear glass off the sand. I stood up, brought the glass inside to the garbage and tossed it out. I sped to the see through door, and slid it back open. I glanced at the sky, and saw the darkness of the clouds. The ocean waves crashed up even more violently than before. The wind strongly blew, shaking the trees. I swung the door back open, went inside, and locked it. I knew there was a storm coming.