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Story #1 Star of My Sea.
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-Star of My Sea-
Stella’s POV

“Quick, Stell—get the hallyards!”
“The WHAT?” I scream over the roaring, North Atlantic wind.
“The...the rope things!” my father yells at me.
I duck over, just grabbing the ‘hallyards’ and turning them furiously, using every ounce of muscle I posessed, before our little boat, The Star of the Sea, turned into another Titanic, or something.
The sails lowered and I grinned at my father, Liam. He loved our Sunday morning sailing trips out on our little bay. We’d set off pretty late in winter, like ten; but in summer we were up at the crack of dawn to get sailing, a bite to eat then to get washed and into church. It might be a strain but I love sailing...even if I mighn’t know all the rope names, or whatever.
The Star sailed majestically into Blue Harbour and we jumped out, our wetsuits steaming as the beating sun dried them. I climbed out of mine, and headed down into the changing rooms down by Peggy’s Parlour, the ice-cream shop everyone loved. I took a shower in the freezing free standing ‘thingie’ and tied my sea-battered hair into a bun on the top of my head. I grabbed my jeans and blouse, threw them on, and headed out to meet my father, who was looking like a different man at this stage.
He was a different man now. Ever since my mother died, my little brother Sam has been spending more and more time with my aunt Sarah. Dad hates it. He wants us to be able to deal with Mum’s passing together.
Dad finds it hard to deal with me growing up. He’s very protective. My friends all seem to have the time of their lives, when I’m home, studying, reading, swimming or sailing. It’s hard.
But ever since Roger McDermott started working in the surf shop on the harbour, I can’t stop thinking about him. 

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