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It was after 3 AM and I was still wide awake. I stood barefoot on the cold, hardwood floor of my Aunt Savannah’s guest bedroom and stared out the window. Angry waves thrashed against the protective barrier wall, one wave after the other. I kind of knew how the ocean felt.
I pressed my head against the glass for one last look before closing the curtains. Even if I couldn’t sleep, I could try to rest. I slid back into bed, or I should say, back into my temporary bed, trying not to wake my little sister, Emma.
Even through the closed curtains, I could still see the beams of light casting across the harbor from the lighthouse nearby, warning fishermen of the treacherous fog and dangerous tides. Last night the weatherman said storms like this don’t happen but every fifty years or so on Crescent Island. I guess I’d have to take his word on that one since before two weeks ago, I had never stepped foot on the island.
Sometime between the flashes of lightning and the booms of thunder, I must have finally dozed off. Because the next thing I heard was Savannah calling my name from downstairs.
“Abigail,” she shouted. “It’s 8:00. Time to get up.”
I groaned and rolled out of bed, stepping once again on Emma’s Legos. The sharp point of whatever her latest creation was dug deep into the sole of my foot. Ever since we had to start sharing a room, I’d asked her a million times to not play with them on my side of the bed, yet somehow that was the side they always ended up on. I pulled on my faded jean shorts and favorite blue shirt, twisted my curly brown hair into a quick ponytail, and then hobbled downstairs to the kitchen.
“Emma. I stepped one of your stupid Legos, again.”
Emma pushed her bottom lip over her top one. “But, I left it there for you,” she murmured. “I made it for you this morning while you were asleep.” Her voice getting louder. “It’s a dolphin, just like the ones in your drawings!”