I stared at the letter for a bit longer before taking the picture and shoving it behind another in my picture frame on my dresser. “I hope you’re not sneaking around up there Jameson,” I heard my mother warn me from downstairs. I looked at the clock: 11:45. I looked at my attire, yelping in embarressment; I was still in my pj’s. I began flurrying about for clothes and doing my hair. I growled in frustration when my hair wouldn’t stay straight, quickly putting it up in a ponytail. I ended up wearing a white and blue striped tank and cut-off shorts. I looked at the clock again, breathing a sigh of relief when I had just made it in time to rush out to the balconey. “Hey Jamie! You ready?” Brent pointed towards the beach and my jaw dropped. There was a beautiful sailboat sitting close to the waves, “What the-”

“I brought it over last night. Like it?” The hull of it was green, much lie Brent’s eyes with the name Dragonfly written on its side. “It’s…it’s…amazing. Actually breathtaking.” And it was.