Wrightsville Beach Essay

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Wrightsville Beach is a beach unlike any other. Its hip-southern atmosphere combined with a bit of a bluesy feel is part of what makes it so unique. People from every aspect of life can be found here. Though I have been to Wrightsville Beach multiple times each year since age five, I have never seemed to be able to experience all it has to offer. I am perhaps the only student at the University of North Carolina at Wilmington who has never ventured out onto the pier. I know very little about fishing, but decided to rent a pole and give it a try. The sun was scorching, but there was a refreshing breeze that filled the air. I excitedly walked along the sidewalk making my way to Johnny Mercer’s pier. It was a Friday afternoon and the streets were swarmed with people. I arrived at an intersection and waited for the light to turn red so I could cross the street. A teenage couple waited behind me. I heard them talking in soft, syrupy voices too low for me to hear what they were saying. I curiously glanced at them out of the corner of my eye, they appeared to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. The girl tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around. She was holding a luscious, crimson drink in her hand. Both the girl and boy had lips redder than strawberries from sipping on the drink. “You can go now, the lights are red,” she said with a friendly smile as she pointed in the direction of the stoplight. I smiled back and hurried across the street. As I crossed the street someone hung their head out the window of a black BMW and shouted, “Hey Shorty!” Certainly he must have been talking to someone else I thought; I am nearly six feet tall. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a boy with sun kissed skin and wavy brown hair looking at me. Someone really should work with these kids on their lingo and broaden their vocabularies I thought. I pulled

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