hey everyone!! I was going to post another writing piece yesterday but I was babysitting for most of the day and also I had a family emergency that came up! But, today I am able to post another story! This is kind of a love story that I wrote a couple years ago, I hope you like it:
The Beach
I take a step into the water and my feet squish into the wet sand, and cool water glides over my toes and hits my ankles. I look around and see my kids splashing in the water and digging in the sand. I close my eyes and feel the cool breeze come across the lake and hit my face. I take a deep breath and smell the fresh lake air. I open my eyes to see a beautiful sunset of many colors. I smile and can't help but think there is something about the beach. Maybe it's all that is in front of me, or maybe it's something else.
It was a beautiful, warm, sunnday day and I was seven-years-old. My mom brought me to the beach on that lovely June 13th day, and I was swimming in the water, when I bumped into someone by accident. I immediately turned around and saw an average sized boy with brown hair and blue eyes that looked about my age. I quickly apologized and he just smiled back sweetly and said it was okay. I then smiled back and asked what his name was. "My name is Trent, and I am seven-years-old!" he replied to me. I got a smile and told him that I was the same age, and that my name was Tricia. With that, we continued to talk, and soon I learned that he just recently moved here and that we would be going to the same school together in the Fall. After all that, we began to play and swim around together until our mom's called us in for lunch. We ran in and happily introded each other to our parents, and that led to them talking the rest of the afternoon, and even exchanging phone numbers. We then went our separate ways, but we had begun a friendship that would be unseperable.
The whole rest of the summer became a summer of me and Trent playing together almost every day up until school started in the Fall. Trent and I were in the second grade together, and in the same class. This made us very happy and we were near each other every chance we got. A lot of the other kids thought we liked each other and teased us a lot. But we knew were just friends and so we ignored the other kids.
Our lives continued as normal throughout our elementary school days, until one day that challenged our friendship. Trent and his Uncle Joe were hanging out together on a saturday, just doing a whole bunch of fun, different activities. They approached a traffic light and for them it was green, so Trent's Uncle Joe started to go through the light. Then, all of a sudden, another car came speeding through a red light and crashed into them. Trent and his Uncle Joe were both rushed to the hospital. Trent was found to have a crushed foot, some internal bleeding, and a minor cuncussion. Trent was sent to surgery immediately for his foot and the internal bleeding. While in surgery, his Uncle Joe passed away from his injuries just ten minutes after arriving at the hospital. Knowing that, I knew I had to be brave, because I knew Trent could die, too.
I only had to wait twenty minutes to go see Trent after arriving at the hospital. I went in to see Trent alone, and when I walked in and saw him smile at me, I ran and gave him a huge hug. "Trent, I am so glad tour okay! I am going to stay by your side throughout this whole process because I am your friend and I care about you!" I said. Trent smiled and said thanks, then began his recovery.
I helped Trent get around with his broken foot and even went to physical therapy with him when it was all healed. I even helped Trent go to the beach a couple times with me while he was recovering. With that, we were officially inseperable.
We then began middle school together and sixth grade flew by normally with no change. But, then seventh grade came. Trent and I drifted apart a little year because of the start of sports. I played volleyball in the fall, competetive cheer in the winter, and tennis in the spring. On top of that I was in the 7th/8th grade choir. Trent had soccer year round with school, and other club soccer teams. It became difficult for us to hang out as often as we did, but we still had time to squeeze in the beach from time to time.
Then, eighth grade year came. I suddenly started to get feelings for Trent that I never had before. I started to feel that I liked him as more thana friend. But, I thought he would find that awkward, so I didn't tell him. but, then that summer came around, and things changed for us at the beach on a hot day.
We were swimming and having a good time, when Trent suddenly stopped and asked me a question. "Have you ever had feelings for me as more than a friend?" he asked "why, yes I have!" I responded. Trent got a huge smile on his face and told me he had those feelings for me as well. We were now boyfriend and girlfriend, and that is how we began our freshman year of High School.
Trent and I also figured out what we both really enjoyed freshman year. I found that I really liked being in choir and Living Hope Singers, and that the sports weren't for me, because they took up to much of my time. I also fell in love with writing and English. Trent learned that he loved soccer and that he loved the idea of becoming a personal trainer, like in a gym. those things soon became all about our high school career, and we worked hard to keep those things top priority. But, of course, we still had time for dates to the beach.
Our relationship remained tough all throughout our high school career, and we both graduated top of our class and with plans to attend Middleton College together. I was going on an English scholarship and Trent was going on an athletics scholarship. So, then began our college life.
The first year went by with no problem, and we celebrated our last of college of the school year by hanging out, of course, at the beach. But then, our second year of college rolled around and something happened that changed everything.
I was hanging out with Trent at his house, when we started to kiss. But that turned into more than what we intended on. We didn't want it to happen, but it did. So, we decided to just brush it away like it didn't happen. That was until three weeks later when I missed my period. Knowing, what Trent and I did, I immediately took a pregnancy test. It was positive. As soon as I found out, I called Trent and told him and asked him what we were going to do. He told me to just meet him at the beach for a night out to discuss it.
So, that friday night, I met him at the beach and we took a walk on the pier, and when we reached the end I looked out on the lake and asked Trent what we were going to do about the pregnancy. I then turned and saw he wasn't there, but then I looked down. There he was, on one knee with a small, black, velvet box in his hand. He opened the box and said, "This is what we're going to do about it!" I was speachless, and I began to cry as he took the elegant diamond ring out and slid it on my finger and asked me the big question. I responded with an absolute yes, and he jumped up and gave me a huge hug. We were now engaged.
The first thing we did was go and tell our parents about the engagement, and also the baby that wasn't exactly expected. They were happy about both, and that us to preparation. The first thing we did was buy a house that was perfect for raising a family. The house we chose was a four bedroom, two and a half bathroom house, with two levels, a basement, and a perfect kitchen, dining room, and living room. We moved in, and then began planning for the wedding and the baby. We decided on June 13th for the wedding, since that was the day we first met each other on. Then we decided on bridesmaids, and groomsmen, and a location for the ceremony and reception. By the time June 13th rolled around, I was six months pregnant, and nearly everything was ready for the baby. We also were on the beach, getting married. It was all so beautiful and amazing. I could hardly keep myself from crying. We said, "I do", then came the magical kiss that sealed the deal. We were officially married, and now we just had to wait on the baby, whose due date was September 12.
September 12 came and nothing happened. Then, 3:30am on September 13, I was awakened by contractions. I told Trent it was time and we were off to the hospital. After just half an our of labor, I began to push and within five minutes, a beautiful baby girl was born. She was born at seven pounds even and eighteen inches long, and we named her Bethany Anne Michaels. That was the start to our family. Then, two years later, we welcomed Brandon David Michaels at seven pounds, ten ounces, nineteen inches long. And then three years later I found out I was pregnant once again. But this time was different. This time we weren't sure if Trent would live to see this baby.
One month before we found out we were pregnant with our third baby, Trent was diagnosed with leukemia, a form of cancer. The doctors told us they would do all they could, but they said Trent may not live much more than a year or two. Right then began the fight to save Trent's life. He started chemo therapy immediately. Seeing my true love go through it was hard and I wanted it to go away, but it wouldn't.
Trent soon had to be hospitalized because his immune system had been totally wiped out. Six months went by and the doctors told us that unless they could find a matching donor of bone marrow or if Trent could hold on until the baby was born, Trent was in his last days of life.
The kids and I spent all of our time with Trent and did all we could to make him happy, but there was nothing we could do. Three weeks before my due date, and Trent slipped away and was gone. The kids and I cried for house on end, but we did manage to get the funeral planned. The funeral was just three days after his death, and as soon as it was over, I took the kids to the beach. I got into the water, when suddenky, my water broke and contractions started immediately. I told Bethany to call 9-1-1 and tell them that mommy was having a baby. She did just as I told, and suddenly I could feel the baby coming. I stayed in the water and continued to take deep breaths, and then I heard the sirens. Just as Bethany brought the paramedics to me, a baby boy slid into my hands. I was then brought to the hospital where the baby and I were taken care of. I named my seven pound, three once, eighteen inch long baby boy Bryce James after his daddy, Trent James. Right there, I knew I had gotten my husband back through that beautiful little baby boy.
Now, Bethany is 10, Brandon is 8, and Bryce is 5, and standing here on this beach makes me realize that it's not the surroundings that make it special. It's the life I had with my husband, Trent. It was a life that I will never forget and cherish forever. That is why me and my kids come to the beach on my anniversary day, the day of Trent's death, and a day like today, on Bryce's birthday to remember the man that was the best part of our lives! We love you and miss you Trent, rest in peace!
The End
hope you all enjoyed this story and please give me feedback!! thanks!!
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