Personal Narrative-The Boat

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The Boat I'm sitting in our little wooden boat, out in the water. It's late afternoon, and the sky is pink. The water is a cool, sparkling blue. I notice the boat fill up with a little splash of water. Amanda is getting off. "You going inside, Amanda?" I ask. "Yeah," she says. "I'll meet you in a few minutes." I respond. "Cool." she smiles, then leaves toward the cabin. I stay in the boat, watching the small waves stir around the lake. Something about it is peaceful. Amanda and I made this boat last summer. We found pieces of wood floating around and decided to build our own canoe. It only holds the two of us, and it's not that fast, but it's mine and it's hers. That's what we like about it. Amanda Gillies is my best…show more content…
We've spent hours jumping off into the water, riding our actual boat, feeding the little fish that swim around our dock, telling stories at night by the fire, and especially just sitting, talking, and laughing in this boat. I think about how Amanda smiles when we sit in this boat. I think about her bright green eyes, and the freckles on her cheekbones that reflect when we sit by the fire at night. I can't stop thinking about her. Amanda is beautiful, and she has always been such a great friend to me. Finally, I decide to go back inside, or Mom might look for…show more content…
It was the last campfire we would have; until next summer. I already had a great story to tell. Our campfires are a lot of fun. I run down to the dock. It's almost dark and I see Amanda's wavy brown hair, but not her face. She's sitting in the water, in our boat. "Amanda," I call. She doesn't answer me. She always does. I go on to investigate. "Hey Amanda?" I say. I step into the boat. She tries to smile at me, but I see a tear rolling down her cheek. I absolutely hate seeing girls cry, especially her. "What's wrong?" I ask. She looks up. "Nothing. I'm just going to miss you." she says. "I'll miss you too," I say. "But we'll still see each other at school." I remind her. Amanda nods. "But it won't be the same." I nod too. We sit for a while. "This has been the best summer ever," I think aloud. "Yeah," Amanda smiles, looking at me. I look back at her and I don't exactly know why, but I do it. I lean in a little, slowly. My lips touch hers, then I quickly move back. Did I do it right? What is Amanda thinking? Amanda bites her lip, but then she smiles. It was awkward for a moment, but I think the silence was good,

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