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The author and their friends witnessed a young boy vomit in front of his parents at the beach. They helped clean up the boy and his parents. Though the smell was unpleasant, the author declined offers to trade places and carried the boy to the first aid room themselves. They were able to clean everyone up and put a smile on the boy's face. Later, the author's friends relaxed on the beach as the sun set, grateful for the day and nature's beauty.

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Section 2 Creative Writing

The author and their friends witnessed a young boy vomit in front of his parents at the beach. They helped clean up the boy and his parents. Though the smell was unpleasant, the author declined offers to trade places and carried the boy to the first aid room themselves. They were able to clean everyone up and put a smile on the boy's face. Later, the author's friends relaxed on the beach as the sun set, grateful for the day and nature's beauty.

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Knox Grammar School English (Advanced & Standard) 2009 Section 2 Creative Writing b) Here I satalone with all

my friends Here I satalone with all my friends admiring the yellow yolk scorching the land with its indistinguishable fury. The navy blue seas wrath and the howling winds brought the ocean onto the beach; dragging chips of rocks back out into the heart of the ocean. The baby blue sky featured a lone, creamy white cloud gracefully drifting away from its group. The salty air and gritty sand in my mouth seemingly uncomfortable actually soothed my inner world, for it was nothing unordinary. A cold child pervaded the atmosphere. There was a crowd of swimmers, and tanned sun bakers bunched together on the 20meters outside of the swimming flag poles. My mates and I rushed over to see what was wrong only to find some ten year old boy puke all over his parents. It wasnt an everyday situation, and we werent trained to handle situations like these. My body spontaneously titled away from the source of the revolting scent. It was almost contagious when I felt a little tingle prowl up my throat. Struggling to succeed, I shoved my throat with gulps of refreshing mountain water. We had a few laughers; we had a few ewww.-ers; and we had a few people who simply walked off as if it were nothing special. The fact is it was nothing special. People vomit in hospitals every day, just not at a beach! My mates decided that I should carry the stunned pale child back to our first aid room and clean him and his parents up. The hot, moist breath rubbed against my neck as the tuna scent seeped into my nostrils. The repulsive scent lingered around my body for the entire piggy back ride. The cold, shivering boy was as slippery as ice. My colleagues knew the relentless stench was unbearable and offered to trade hands with me. Mixed with emotions of delight and reluctance, I kindly declined the offer, signifying how much of a man I was. We finally arrived at our base. After cleaning up the little young boy and his parents, we were able to paint a smile upon his face at the end of the day. We were all proud of how well we salvaged the day without causing chaos. The wind had grown stronger as the moon summoned higher tides. The life savers flag quavered in the wind like a film of sliding warm water. People were laughing and embracing under the sunset once again. The sand squished slowly through my toes as my mates and I lay out our towels. We took a moment to put our life on hold and gazed at what nature had to offer to us; the setting of the sun and the birth of a brighter tomorrow.

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