Hi. My name is Scottlynn, but you can call me Scottie. I am seven years old and in first grade. It is almost the last week of school. I am writing a short essay about my favorite animal, one fact about them, and what I like about them. It is past seven o’clock, and I’ve had my head in a flamingo encyclopedia since we finished dinner. Suddenly, Haylynn bolted up the hallway to our bedroom. She was jumping with joy. A wide smile was drawn across her face. “Scottie! Scottie! Guess what!” Haylynn shouted. The smile on her face couldn’t even contain her excitement. “We’re going to the beach! The, the, what are they called? Bean islands? Aruba, that’s one of the islands! We’re headed there!”
“You mean Caribbean islands, Haylynn?” Van asked. That was the first time I’ve heard him talk since dinner. And that was two hours ago. Van is nine years old and in fourth grade. His math teacher assigned his class extra math homework to be completed by Monday. He usually plays with Legos after school, but this week he has been doing worksheet after worksheet. All of us have been awake later than ever to do our end-year-work. Haylynn is thirteen and in eighth grade. She has to write a long essay with a bunch of facts about something commonly associated with summer. She is writing about pink flamingos like me too!
Mom and Dad called us out to the living room. “Nice to see you three. As Haylynn told you, we are going to Aruba, which is a Caribbean island, this summer. Now, you may go back and work. And please, be in bed before ten o’clock tonight!” Mom stated. I smiled. We hardly ever went on vacation. This would be so fun! As I bounced down the hallway to my room, I thought. Aruba sounded awfully familiar. I flipped back through the pages of my encyclopedia, and there it was.
You can visit a beach in Aruba on Renaissance Island which has many flamingos to feed, swim, and snap some selfies with.
This is going to be the best vacation of my life.
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