• Forward. Back. Side.
    Forward. Back. Side.
    I laid in my bed below deck while the ship's rocking was slowly lulling me to a sleep.
    " 'Night Elle" my dad called from his cabin.
    " ' Night Dad".
    My dad was making me stay with him on his boat for a couple of weeks this summer.
    My dad treasures this boat. I guess it's because it's the last thing to remember Granda by since he passed away 2 years ago. Dad and Granda used to go fishing every summer out in the ocean for 3 weeks.
    Dad misses Granda a lot, and I do too, but it seems like Granda was a big part of Dad. When he died, part of Dad disappeared. He STILL hasn't touched any of Granda's belongings in his cabin. He WON'T sleep in it, which is why instead of sleeping on Dad's comfy mattress on deck, I'm sleeping below deck on a lumpy, uncomfortable cot.
    Dad told me a couple of weeks on the boat would change my life. Right now, it's only making me feel sorry for the slaves that had to sleep on crappy things like this. I'd been complaining to Dad to let me go back home and hang out with my best friends: Charlotte & Emma.
    But it was always the same answer: No. He has even threatened me with staying the WHOLE summer.
    Not my idea of a good summer.
    So, I tried to endure the rocking the ship, and take my sea sickness meds.
    But, one thing happened the next day that changed my plans for summer. Completely.