Creative writing #4

My video camera is crackly at first, then it focuses on my dirty face. My hair hasn’t been brushed in a few weeks, so I resulted to me cutting into a pixie cut as best I could. It looks terrible, but works fine. “February 25, 2035. Today, might be my last. I am not sure if I can take it much longer, being alone. They took Sarah, last week. I am not sure what to do without her. I think the aliens, or what ever they are, are getting closer to finding me. I won’t say where I am now in case they find my camera, and figure out how to use it. Though I am not sure why I am hiding anymore. I should let them find me, so I can be with Sarah, my little sister, and family,” I start to tell the camera.” After day 2,548 I though for sure I was not going to I be the last living human being on earth. When my friends and I use to joke I would be the first to go, but now, I wish I really was one of the first to be taken over. Food is getting harder to find. At first, we had stayed in a Habit, burger shop. We had food the entire month. Then my mom got taken by them while looking for water. Her last words to we were, “Don’t let them go eat to your sisters. Promise me, Emily.” And I did promise her, and failed. I failed when she ran off while looking for water, then I found her body in the near by house peacefully sleeping. A sleep you could only wake up from if we found a cure. Now I am not a scientist or anything, but I can put together that these, alien/humans are trying to take over earth. The first thing they needed to do was make all of us humans gone, then they could get to work. They already are getting started. I am hoping that once they get all the human bodies taken over with their conscious’. Maybe, just maybe, they will forget about me. They I can maybe live among them. Not that it would be great, but it is living non the less. Shoot! I hear foot steps coming up the stairs. Hopefully just a dog. They are all over now. I think it is gone no-”
    

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  Creative writing #3

  Creative writing #3The cool sand beneath my feet crunches, Anya is running up ahead, curly purple hair flapping. Behind me only a few feet, is Georgie, muttering something under her breath. Most likely some test she is preparing for some test. I take a deep breath of the salty air around me, my foot kicks something cool, so I look down. A green wine bottle with a cork is sticking up out of the sand. I reach down careful not to cut myself and pick it up, it looks new quite new. Inside is a rolled piece of parchment. Georgie is now by my side egging me to open it. I pull the cork it seemed to be jammed, I try once more and it pops loose. I shake the bottle so the letter comes out. I unroll and read out loud : 

  Dear Lucky finder, February 22, 2017

 My name is Isabella, my father , who is very sick, and I are stuck on a beach in the middle of the pacific Ocean. I think… My longitude and latitude is 102.45 W 23.56 N. Do send help. I think I am fending for myself, for my father is deathly ill. He was bitten by the rare centipede here that is deadly. I am in need of help soon. Send help or come yourself. And quick for I don’t have much food or water left. I think that I can go a few more weeks but no more. HELP ME, PLEASE!

   Yours truly, 

Isabella
“Do we help?” I ask

“Of course!” Says Georgie. 

We begin to walk back chattering quietly to ourself. We figured that the letter was sent three weeks ago, how it got to us that fast is a mystery. “It must be near” I conclude. 

“We could take the lat and long and find the island ourself…” Anya suggests. 

“Why didn’t I think of that?!” Georgie complains 

“Maybe… Maybe we can help her. Let’s ask if we can sail to this island.” I say. 

We finally make it to the beach where our parents are. We show them the letter and they reckon we go find it as, an adventure. We plan to leave on the 19 of March so we get there in time. Georgie and I are thinking how they became stranded on this island, if it even is an island. Anya is running back and forth, in to the water and out listening in our conversation then adding something and leaving before we can say any more.  

“Do you reckon it might be that boat who wrecked a few weeks ago, but they found nothing behind.” Anya suggests. 

“Doubtful, but still possible.” Georgie says matter of factly 

I just shake my head at the two. No matter what I do they all ways get into little arguments about every little thing they think different. 

“No, I think she’s right. That boat had no Epirb, and VHF, so they couldn’t contact anyone at all.” 

“No, that was a rumor, silly.” Georgie laughs.

“But what if-” 

“No, I think Anya is getting onto something. Rumors all start with something. Epirb maybe is right but the VHF is the rumor part. Right?” 

“Okay, if it is them, then what?”

“I don’t know we rescue them and they fly home. Then end we saved them, become famous and live an amazing life sailing.” Anya says sarcastically. 

 

Back to cruising, delayed post (sorry) November 17, 2016

   Finally we are out of the marina area of San Carlos, Mexico, and have anchored out of a harbor off an island. It was an amazing sail down the Sea of Cortez to a large island by the name of Isla Carman, 150 miles in 21 hours. We had a dinner of lentil soup, then my dad put Taj to bed. I had my first night watch. It was really fun, I listened to music, read, and every 10 minutes I had to look around to see if we were off course or a boat was near by. Luckily nothing really ever happened, except that we got off course a little bit. At 10:00 I went to bed. Surprisingly I was really tired! At around 8 the next day, we made it to the island. Taj really wanted to go swimming so, I went in with him. I was by the anchor chain and pulled myself down. I thought it was only 19 ft when I dove down and when I made it to the surface, I thought I was just really outta shape. But when my dad said it was 34 ft, I was surprise that that was my first dive of the season! Taj and I got cold so we got out( Taj was so cold that his lips were blue!). It was really nice thou. 

   Today, we went on a hike up to the top of the closes ridge. I was a little out of shape because, I have not hiked in like a week and a half. I made my self run up the hill, and then as we did in my outdoor education class, Vilda, I did a “sit spot”. A sit spot is where you sit for a few minutes, and just listen and look around. Once I was done with that I ran up to the next little knoll. By the time I was back and had sat back down, my dad and Taj had made it to the top. I asked if they wanted to walk to the other knoll, of course my dad said yes. We hiked, well I ran, and then at the top of that one, I wanted to make it to the highest one. I went ahead to scout it out, but it was not possible. So we had to go down the crazy way. As in with no trail and cacti all over the place. We did make it down somehow. We kayaked back to our boat and set off the the next anchorage, which we are entering as I type.😋, hopefully we meet some cruising kids, Carumba and Kenta Anae are still in San Carlos. 

Fair winds🌬 and lots of dolphins 🐬 
-Nina👱🏻‍♀️

Delayed post and more fun to come – January 23rd

Hey world! It’s Nina. First of all sorry for not writing in so long, as you know we were up in the states a few months ago, and I got back in November wrote a post, but that was ages ago. My mom and I got back in December, after a birthday stay in the states. I got to go to a Green Day concert with my mom, and my two friends, Zélie and Ava. But that isn’t what I am writing about. School, that’s what this is about. When we began last year homeschooling, I found homeschooling and everything about it horrible. Doing school every day with your parents, now isn’t that every child’s dream. At least for most children. That was my answer at least last year because, we did not have a decent curriculum to go by. We were choosing different sources, and not all of them worked for me. But while we were up in the states, I went to visit my old school. I had found that quite a few of my old friends, if not all, have changed and moved on. They were preoccupied by things I don’t really care about. We began an amazing homeschooling curriculum called, OakMeadow. I personally really like this a lot more than some other books (that I shall not name). Last year we found a OakMeadow Math book in La Cruz, and I enjoyed it immensely. When I found out that we were doing this curriculum I was really happy with it. We also began Vilda an outdoor education class with other homeschoolers. I personally didn’t meet any homeschoolers while homeschooling in the states before we left in 2015. This was really fun for Ellamae and I because we got to socialize with others “like us”. This changed my perspective on homeschooling a lot. I had a new group of friends, and they were a lot nicer than some of my other friends I had before. When we came down to Mexico🇲🇽 I was actually keen on doing my schooler work rather than trying to worm out if it. I got done faster because I was working on it rather than procrastinating. I was excited to work on it in the morning, so I would wake up at around six-six thirty just to get to do school (and the fact that I was done around ten-ish in the morning.). A hint to all homeschooling parents: find a curriculum that really works for you and your child, it will make life ten times more easier. 
Fair winds🌬and lots of dolphins🐬 

Nina🚣🏼‍♀️

 One shout out to Vilda: Hey guys! I miss you tons all of you, and hope you can visit us. 

And one last shout out to Elsie: I miss you so much. I hope to see you down here February to March. Tell me when you’ll be down here. 

Back to Boat Life

We have just been in the states for about 4 months, it was great to see all of my friends… I definitely had a hard time with it because, my friends were making new groups of friends, and I was not in any of those groups. I was able to adjust to it, but then again it was quite hard and frustrating. We were on summer break when we first arrived, so we didn’t have to do any school, but for staying so long we had to start school soon. We tried to get me enrolled in my old school, The New Village School, but I did not get excepted. We found this cool Waldorf/ charter school with a home schooling program so, we enrolled Ellamae and I. Included in the school we could do this outdoor education class called VILDA with other homeschoolers. It was really fun, I made really good friends. We did it very Monday and Thursday. On Mondays we stayed near where we were dropped off in Fairfax, or on the top of Mt. Tam. And on Thursdays 6 other kids, the instructor, Spencer, and I would go all around Marin County on adventures. We would go to farms, hike off trail, or go to Angel Island, as we on my last day.
When it was time to leave, I found it wasn’t hard to leave, expect for that I would miss my good friend, Elsie, and the kids from VILDA(the outdoor education class). I still miss them, but as soon as I came back, I fell right back into the rhythm of things. We unpacked and then called a kid boat, my dad had met when he was down here(Mexico) last time. We invited them to dinner, the kids were a little shy, but by the second day they were talkative and joking with me. Logan(12), and Hunter(9) made me laugh so much. We played a version of Dudgeon & Dragons, but we just kinda made it up as we went. We visited Kenta Anae, who we knew from La Cruz and hung out with them for a day. It was all quite easy coming down, except, on Mondays and Thursdays I felt as if something was missing. And something is missing, I am not going to VILDA those days of the week. I had made some really great friends in those classes, ranging from 6th grade to 9th grade, but in those classes my better friends were five kids named, Finn (13), Cullen (13), Martha (13), Nikkos (12), and Steven (14). I think in the end it was the hardest to leave them and Elsie, but other than that I was quite excited to be back on the boat, and sleep in my own bed, and hang out with some new cruising kids (I am now counted as an old one since I came down last year.).
Fairwinds🌬 andlotsofdolphins🐬 -Nina Lauducci-

San Juanico/La Ramada Apache Tears

  We went on an amazing hike with Cielo Grande, and Coastal Drifter. We were anchored in this little cove called La Ramada. We read in the cruiser guide that the Apache left their tears behind. The legend go like this; In the late 1800s, the Americans fought a war against the Apache warriors. The Americans wanted the Apaches as their slaves, but the warriors did not want the life of a slave. They casted themselves off a cliff and they fell to their deaths. The families of the Apache warriors wept and wept. When their tears hit the ground they turned to stone. Legend has it that if you keep an Apache tear with you, you will never have to cry again because the Apache Tribe did for you.     We found many tears along the trail, and my dad plans on making necklaces for gifts. I also plan to give them as gifts🎁. I was glad we were able to find them because of their beauty.
Keep calm and look for Apache Tears💦

     -Nina

A new record broken

My Mom forgot to publish this for me on 6/03/16. So here it is now 😜

    We are anchored at this small cove called Honeymoon Cove. It is amazing with its blue clear water, fish, and a shark. Well, we think it was a shark. Anyways, today we went snorkeling with our friends on Ceilo Grande. I was kinda hesitant to go in because of the shark. We went to go spear fishing, my dad caught a grouper, Nick caught an assortment of different fish, and his son Finn(5) caught a hawk fish. My dad was done after one, so he took the Go Pro and started recording us. Then Nick and my mom started diving down deep. Nick made it to 44 ft, my mom made it to 65 ft, and I made it to 28 ft. I thought “Great job.” Then a little later I made it to 38 feet and I was super exited. I was kinda like why didn’t I go down 2 more feet to 40. I told my dad to find a place I could dive down to 40 ft. So he did. I got to use my mom’s super long (but very uncomfortable) fins. MY NEW PERSONAL RECORD!!!! It was really cool diving down that deep but I would not do it again unless I didn’t know it was that deep. I felt like I was pushing myself and free divers don’t do that. Next time I’ll just dive, if it’s 29 ft awesome, if it’s 50 ft even better. I just enjoy the feeling. 

        Keep Calm and Free Dive On

Nina


Honeymoon Cove on Danzante Island, Mexico.