Essay about One Summer: a Narrative Story
“What was it like growing up here Daddy?” John looked out over the river and sighed. Brittlyn could see all the memories come flooding back, there were even tears in his eyes to prove it.
“Honestly it was truly amazing, here in Wilmington a kid could just be a kid. I can’t imagine growing up anywhere else. But, that’s another story for another day I have to be at the high school in an hour. I’ll see you later sweetie I should be home around ten.” John bent over and kissed the top of his daughter’s head then turned and walked out the door.
As soon as Brittlyn knew her father was out of the room, she reached for her cell phone and called the number set on speed dial three. “Yes may I please speak to Sarah, it’s an emergency.” Brittlyn rolled her eyes at the lady on the receiving end of the phone call as she was put on hold.
“Yes this is Sarah speaking how may I help you?”
“Hey Sarah its Brittlyn, do you have the phone number for the car company dad is using here in Wilmington?”
“Yeah sweetie I have it right here, why?”
“Because the car is about to be here and neither Dad nor I is ready so do you think you could call them and tell them to be at the hotel in twenty