I have decided to do an annual short story. Each one will be different, and done on the 9th of May. So, here is the first one, I hope you enjoy it!
The Magic of Disney.
“Please welcome Elizabeth’s family!” Came the warm cry. With a jumpy feeling in my heart, I step into the vast, majestic atrium, and immediately my body is taken over by an extraordinary feeling of magic.Each and every one of the 16 clapping crew members were smiling down at me, a true smile, not one of those fake ones. The dangling lights twinkling and shining , causing little beads of light to bounce off the intricate gold figures carved into the balcony. Rushing over to one of the many portholes, I can see the lapping waves crash up against the side of the boat, only to fall back down again, defeated. I glance at my mum and grandma. Chatting away with the crew as usual. Seeing as they can talk for hours on end, I decide to go and explore by myself.
Deck 9 is my favourite deck, partly because of the ice cream, and partly because of everything else, so I go there first. As I race up the stairs, I admire the little drawings of Disney characters, the constellations of Huey, Dewey and Louie on circular plaques on the wall. Having finally reached deck 9, I can hear happy laughter and excited talking emitting from outside. Stepping out onto the wooden floor of deck 9, the cool breeze whips at my face, and the hot summer sun beats down on me from above. Walking along the deck, I see a girl whizzing down the water slide, drenched to the bone yet beaming with pleasure. Turning my head, I watch an overflowing bucket of water splash down on a young boy hiding from his friend behind a huge figure of Donald Duck. Spotting ice cream, I head over to squirt myself some pineapple and coconut ice cream. Usually when I have ice cream I imagine that I’m on the Disney Magic Cruise, but this time I don’t have to.
Later that evening, stepping out of the beautiful marble and glass restaurant Lumiers, I see Cinderella gracefully making her way down the corridor. Slipping away from the small crowd in the atrium, I follow her. Admiring her elegance, I think of Disney quotes that would fit the occasion, as I love to do. Many come into my head, fighting each other to be picked, like, ‘If you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true’, or,’all you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust’,but I didn’t think that any of them really suited the occasion. Suddenly Cinderella turns around to face me. She offers me her hand, so I take it, and as we begin to walk, I think of the perfect quote; ‘Think of the happiest things. It’s the same as having wings.’