When I think about my brother, there was such a thing that I never forgot that summer since we were in high school. I am in 8th grade and my brother 10th grade. We go to school together.
I have a different character but my brother is. I am gentle. My brother is very active and unbiased. We often quarrel but help together. We usually ride a bicycle around the streets at night after school. That summer, the teachers organized their vacation by themself. We had to ask my parents for permission to participate. And it became a horrible summer vacation until now It seems to be fresh in my memory.
The trip lasted 3 days but ended earlier than it has.
Our summer rendezvous is the beautiful Mui Ne beach, poetic but wild and very sparse, unlike many luxury hotels and restaurants nowadays.
At 6 am, we arrived. The whole group was very excited, eager. The sunrise illuminated the whole beautiful wild beach.
Teachers were looking for accommodations to book rooms.
Students helped carry stuff from the car and gather them in one place.
At 8 am, having accommodation was a little house with a great sea view.
We had breakfast. Took a rest and prepared to go swimming.
At 2 pm. Everybody went swimming. I cannot swim. My brother swims better than me. So I only played with the waves near the shore, my brother swam with a friend in our group.
2. 50 pm. He swam with my brother crawled into, couldn’t say a word, pointed out the distance.
I knew to have happened a bad thing.
I asked repeatedly him where my brother was, he just pointed outside without a word because his mouth has dyed full of blood. At that time, I couldn’t care about anything but my brother.
I creamed. I shouted for my brother. In the far distance, I only saw a black shadow floating in the waves without knowing whether It was my brother or not.
I kept screaming, shouting to find someone help me. I ran madly along the seaside to call for help, to pray someone could swim to save my brother.
But nothing. Nothing happened. No one responded. They unconsciously stood up and saw with an empty heart.
I was desperate. I told myself that if my brother died I would go with him but I didn’t dare to come back home.
15. p. m The beach is wild without planning. No lifeguard. No observation post.
There were visitors and local photographers.
I begged everyone to help my brother. Begging and praying for saving his life.
Boom. A very loud crashing sound made me stop and look into the distance.
I saw a black big lifebuoy made of truck tires thrown at my brother.
A huge shadow of someone swan after the lifebuoy. My brother clung to it. He pulled my brother in. I kept praying during the time.
My brother lost his sense. The teachers roasted hot salt to cover my brother’s feet. I massaged his limbs. Warm water has been made. Many people were curiously around.
4. 30 p. m. My brother slowly woke up. The first person he intensely mentioned is who saved him. I didn’t recognize who that person is and couldn’t see his face in such a disorganized situation.
I had just a dim memory of his shade. He was in white clothes, height as me and muscular.
We strolled along the beach to expect to find him to thank. My brother kneeled with clasped hands together and thanked the benefactor, thanked god for the help. I hugged my brother and did not leave him anymore.
5: 30 p. m The whole group had dinner. No one wanted to stay there anymore. We came back. My brother, his friend and me started to fear.
20p. m. The trip ended. We didn’t dare to tell my parents what were happed. Two months later, my parents got it. That was such an awful summer vacation in my life from now to forever.
When I
think
about my
brother
, there was such a thing that I never forgot that
summer
since we were in high school. I am in 8th grade and my
brother
10th grade. We go to school together.
I have a
different
character
but
my
brother
is. I am gentle. My
brother
is
very
active and unbiased. We
often
quarrel
but
help
together. We
usually
ride a bicycle around the streets at night after school. That
summer
, the teachers organized their vacation by
themself
. We had to ask my parents for permission to participate. And it became a horrible
summer
vacation until
now
It seems to be fresh in my memory.
The trip lasted 3 days
but
ended earlier than it has.
Our
summer
rendezvous is the
beautiful
Mui
Ne beach, poetic
but
wild and
very
sparse, unlike
many
luxury hotels and restaurants nowadays.
At 6 am, we arrived. The whole group was
very
excited, eager. The sunrise illuminated the whole
beautiful
wild beach.
Teachers were looking for accommodations to book rooms.
Students
helped
carry stuff from the car and gather them in one place.
At 8 am, having accommodation was a
little
house
with a great sea view.
We had breakfast. Took a rest and prepared to go swimming.
At 2 pm. Everybody went swimming. I cannot swim. My
brother
swims better than me.
So
I
only
played with the waves near the shore, my
brother
swam with a friend in our group.
2. 50 pm. He swam with my
brother
crawled into, couldn’t say a word, pointed out the distance.
I knew to have happened a
bad
thing.
I asked
repeatedly
him where my
brother
was, he
just
pointed outside without a word
because
his mouth has dyed full of blood. At that time, I couldn’t care about anything
but
my brother.
I creamed. I shouted for my
brother
. In the far distance, I
only
saw
a black shadow floating in the waves without knowing whether It was my
brother
or not.
I
kept
screaming, shouting to find someone
help
me. I ran
madly
along the seaside to call for
help
, to pray someone could swim to save my brother.
But
nothing. Nothing happened. No one responded. They
unconsciously
stood up and
saw
with an empty heart.
I was desperate. I
told
myself that if my
brother
died
I would
go with
him
but
I didn’t dare to
come
back home.
15. p. m The beach is wild without planning. No lifeguard. No observation
post
.
There were visitors and local photographers.
I begged everyone to
help
my
brother
. Begging and praying for saving his life.
Boom. A
very
loud crashing sound made me
stop
and look into the distance.
I
saw
a black
big
lifebuoy made of truck tires thrown at my brother.
A huge shadow of someone swan after the lifebuoy. My
brother
clung to it. He pulled my
brother
in. I
kept
praying during the time.
My
brother
lost his sense. The teachers roasted hot salt to cover my
brother’s
feet. I massaged his limbs. Warm water has
been made
.
Many
people
were
curiously
around.
4. 30 p. m. My
brother
slowly
woke up. The
first
person he
intensely
mentioned is who saved him. I didn’t recognize who that person is and couldn’t
see
his face in such a disorganized situation.
I had
just
a dim memory of his shade. He was in white clothes, height as me and muscular.
We strolled along the beach to
expect
to find him to thank. My
brother
kneeled with clasped hands together and thanked the benefactor, thanked god for the
help
. I hugged my
brother
and did not
leave
him anymore.
5: 30 p. m The whole group had dinner. No one wanted to stay there anymore. We came back. My
brother
, his friend and me
started
to fear.
20p. m. The trip ended. We didn’t dare to
tell
my parents what were
happed
. Two months later, my parents
got
it. That was such an awful
summer
vacation in my life from
now
to forever.