Donna's story
My story
starts in late July. It was July 21st, I think. It was the first day of our
holiday, a hot July day. I stood in the sun and looked at the sea. It was
eleven o'clock in the morning. I was on the boat at Portsmouth with my mother
and father and my sister, Louise. Sea birds played near our big boat and the
small boats near us on the sea.
I started to look at the people with us on our boat.
They all watched the sea birds and talked and laughed. They were all happy on
the first day of their holiday too. And suddenly there he was, this tall, quiet
boy in a blue and white shirt: he was really good looking. I'll always remember
the first time I saw him.
He didn't see me then. He was with some friends. One
of the boys was his brother, I think: they had the same blue eyes, the same
mouth and nose, nearly the same hair. His brother and one of the boys with him
tried to catch the sea birds and he smiled at them. Then they came and stood
near us, and they talked about the small boats on the sea. I watched him over
Louise's head all the time!
His brother and his friends made a lot of noise, but
he was quiet and didn't talk a lot. Then suddenly he looked at me and his eyes
stayed quietly on me . . . and he smiled his lovely smile with his shy blue
eyes.
The people near me on the boat, the sun, the sea, the
birds, the noise of his friends, time - it all stopped. At that moment there
was only him and me, me and him. Him and his smile for me. Only the two of us.
Slowly, very slowly, the boat started to move away, across
the water to Spain. It takes a day and a night on the boat from Portsmouth to
Santander, in Spain. A day and a night together, on the same boat with him . .
.
It was a big new boat with cafes, shops, a cinema and
a disco. In the evening Louise and 1 went to the disco together. We had a Coke
and listened to the music and watched the dancers. But he wasn't there. Then
suddenly a tall boy in a black and white shirt came in — it was him! He was
with a friend. They stopped and looked slowly at all the people in the disco.
It was dark in there and he stood and looked for a long time.
Then he saw me and he smiled a big, friendly smile. I
wanted to stand up and sing and dance . . . dance with him. He came across the
room and stopped near our table . . . and he asked me to dance!
Suddenly he wasn't shy with me. We danced together for
a long time after that.
But then I looked up and there was a second tall boy
in a blue and white shirt at the door of the disco, with the same eyes and the
same mouth and nearly the same hair.
But the boy near the door had that nice, quiet, shy
face not a big, open, friendly smile. Suddenly I knew: this was his brother
with me on the dance-floor, not him! I was with the wrong brother!
He stood for a moment near the door and watched me and
his brother on the dance-floor with sad eyes. I wanted to run to him, to take
his sad face in my hands and say 'sorry'. He looked at me, then he went out
quickly.
I stopped dancing, walked back to my table and
sat down. His brother started to
dance with Louise.
I didn't sleep that night. I thought about him all the
time, and listened to the noises of the boat and the sea. In the morning I went
to the cafe at eight o'clock and waited there with my sister for a long time. I
wanted to say 'sorry' to him. I had four cups of coffee, and I don't really
like coffee.
But he didn't come. Where was he? Where was he?
At eleven o'clock we arrived in Santander. I wanted to
stop the boat: I wanted to stop the holiday; I wanted to go back to England. I
only wanted to see him again, to talk to him, to ask his name. But he wasn't there.
Vocabulary:
Birds:
Laughed:
Good-looking:
Moment:
Together:
Disco:
Music:
Nice:
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