Bahamas-The Last Day

On the last day, we started with breakfast, of course! After breakfast, we went to the family pool, finally. It went up to about 5 feet deep, as far as I know. It could be higher. I just guessed. Anyways, we got Luna a life vest, since she was only 4. (She turned 5 a couple weeks after.) She kept on jumping and floating, and it looked like she was enjoying. We found a beach ball, and Sandy kept throwing it then I raced her to see who could reach it faster. I won most of the time. Then, shortly after, I tried out a life vest. It WAS fun. You felt like you were floating! Because you were… But it was still fun! After a while, my sisters, being themselves, began to go all wild, so we went to the kiddie pool. Bah. I sat there, bored. Then my mom suggested we go on the River Rapids together while my dad watched my Sandy and Luna again. I quickly and easily agreed. We went on it. I noticed it was quite crowded. We went into a cave with too many double tubes. It was fast and rocky. Too fast. Our tube bumped into the wall and flipped over. Rocks scratched my knees as I attempted to swim, since that’s human instinct. It felt like an extremely long time had passed until I finally got out of the torturous rocky rapids. I guess that’s what it’s like to fall into a real river. I had very injured legs while my mom’s arms were scratched. The lifeguard just stood there. He didn’t even help. All he said was that my mom’s sunglasses were floating away. BRUH! WE DO NOT CARE. Ugh… So my mom and I got bandages and ointment and stuff. My knees still hurt, but I guess I could handle it. We went to the marina again. Sandy got a burger. Luna and I got really bad pizza. Not a very good last day.

The next day, we went on a flight back home. All in all, the trip was pretty fun.

The end.

Author: Rtistgirl

I've always wanted to be some form of an artist. An illustrator, fashion designer, and even just regular sketches, which is what inspired my name. Now, I want to be an author. Hopefully that works out... If you can't tell from reading the posts, I love to read, and I'm a fangirl. Oh and I'm 11 years old. 6th grade. I feel old, This blog is about.... I don't even know anymore, it's just me.

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