I, Ally Cooper, a tall, tan teenager, asked my mom a question out of the blue. 
“Can we go to the Bahamas?” I asked.
“Unless you have thousands of dollars to get us there, no.”  My mom responded.
I crashed onto my bed, making it squeak.  Erck, a terrible sound filled my ears, making me jump with fright.  It was my cat Patrick digging his claws into my wall.  Ears ringing, arms flailing, I sprinted to Patrick to try to help him out.  I had just finished freeing Patrick, when my mom walked up.
“What is that horrible sound?”  Asked my mom.
“It was Patrick, his claws got stuck in my wall.” I said.
Multiple incisions were made into my wall.  They ran down the wall for what seemed like miles.
“We’re leaving right now.  I changed my mind.  I think it would be good to get some vacation time.”  My mom said.  I didn’t hesitate, I was packed and ready within the next 10 minutes. 
“Can I bring a friend?  I’m so excited!  I wonder what the weathers like?”  I quickly blurted out.
“Sure, as long as she can be here in the next 2 minutes.”  My mom said.
Claire knocked on the door, and walked right in.  She had long, brown, wavy hair, and a cute Vera Bradley bag.  She also had some big blue earrings, and a charm bracelet.  We left the house, right on time, packed and everything.  The terrible airplane ride, messy, and reckless, involved Claire as the ice cream, my mom as the frosting, and me as the cherry.  When we woke up we were so sore, we were like little prunes coming out of the boiling sun.  We got off the terrible plane, and drove to our condo. 
We walked into our condo, ready to move in.  It was beautiful.  Comfy couches sat in one of the many rooms.  The kitchen had an island the size of a flat screen! Claire and I had the ultimate room.  It had two king size beds, with two reclinable chairs, and a giant TV. 
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of steaming hot bacon.  I rose from my bed and walked to the kitchen.  It was my mom cooking breakfast.  I walked back to my room and threw on some ripped up jean shorts, and a t-shirt.  I woke Claire up, she changed, we ate, and we ran out the door.  We stopped at the Sonic Surf Shop to rent a surfboard.  We ran to the beach, and started waxing our boards.  I threw my board into the glistening water, and looked up at the sky.  It was bright blue with clouds in many shapes and forms.  It was absolutely amazing.  We both paddled out to what we thought was enough and started our first waves.  Claire and I took a few tries, but finally made it up.  After about an hour or so of surfing on monstrous waves,  I started to get a little anxious.  Lots of people lined the beach watching us, like we were in some kind of a surfing competition.  I didn’t want to look like some fool sitting on a surfboard doing nothing, so I tried to find a big wave to ride.  Their was nothing in my sight.
I spun around and started paddling farther out.  I thought that if I got far enough out, I would be sure to find some kind of big wave.  Claire was yelling something, but the farther out I got, the quieter the voice.  Waves, a beautiful colored liquid, that can turn deadly any second.  Finally, I stopped to catch my breath.  You don’t realize you did something totally wrong until you're riding it.  That was me.  I turned around to see everyone's expressions, only to find I was way past the buoys!  I wiped my eyes to see if I was hulutionating, but I wasn’t.  The ocean floor started to rumble.  I turned away from the crowd, and saw the wave.  It was at least 15 yards tall.  My eyes widened.  I grabbed a hold of my board, and paddled at the wave.  I heard Claire screaming so loud “Come back!”  But she didn’t know the danger that I was in, because she wasn’t the one about to ride it.  I flipped my board the other way, and stood up.  I felt it come up right behind me.  I was so busy worrying about the wave I totally forgot about the crowd of people.  Just when I thought I was out of it, it curled around me, trapping me in some kind of hole.  I skimmed my hand across the side of it.  I wouldn’t be able to go through it.  Leaning, I tried my best to keep my balance.  When finally I flew out of the wave like a ball of yarn.  The crowd cheered, and Claire let out a big sigh of relief.  I made it onto shore, everyone clapped their hands and chanted my name.  Days flew past, until it was time to go home.  I packed my bag, and hopped into the car.  When we got home it was the same as we had left it.  Fifteen years later, I asked my mom, “Can we go to the Bahamas?”  She responded back “Unless you have thousands of dollars to get us there, no.”  I just sat back and laughed.