On August 18, 2001 my family and I left for a vacation in the Bahamas at the Atlantis Resort. We crammed all of our suitcases inside the car, which of course we had one too many. Before leaving on every vacation, my family has this tradition where we all put our hands on top of each others and yell "We're going to the Atlantis!", or whatever destination we are heading to. Once everyone was ready and situated we headed for the airport.
The flight was long, and it seemed as if we were never going to make it to the Bahamas. After several grueling hours we finally made it to our destination, Paradise Island. The vacation began as usual. Everyone got settled into their rooms, unpacked, got cleaned up, and then everyone went out to dinner.
My family and I spent the first two days of our vacation just relaxing and having a good time.
After a while, I was ready to break away from the family and try to meet some people my own age. Later that evening my family and I went to a beach party the Atlantis was holding for guests. Little did I know how this night would change my life.
My mother and I were goofing around having a great time dancing together, when I spotted a boy. All of a sudden I became very nervous, and I told my mom I just wanted to go sit back down at our table. We made our way back, when all of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and to my surprise it was the guy that caught my attention just a moment before.
"Hi there, my name's Jordan." he said to me
"Umm, Hi, I'm Ashley." I...