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When Bad Turns to Good

I ran up the stairs into my matchbox-sized

bedroom, grabbed my black-and-white-spotted
knapsack and pushed in an extra set of clothes

and, of course, my phone.

When I was finally through getting everything

sorted, I dashed down the stairs to meet up with

Kenisha at the entrance of my house. Two stairs

down, my right leg slightly twisted at the ankle.

“Never mind!” I thought, “Nothing is going to
stop me today. I’ve got to go!”

I approached the door making my exit bouncing

like a ball. I pulled the wooden door and there

was Kenisha, greeting me with her wide white

smile.

We walked about two blocks to the beach. When

we arrived we realized that the beach had
recently been upgraded. It now had benches

made from coconut tree branches, an Aqua

restaurant with comfortable seating and tables, as

well as a modern bar and six televisions!

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