BRITNNEY RON
9th GRADE
SARAH AND EVA TAKE MOROCCO
“We’re finally here, on Spring Break! Yale stresses me out
so much,” Sarah said as she put her bags down in the new
hotel room in Morocco.
“I know what you mean. Harvard drives me
insane,” Eva responded. The twins had been planning
their trip to Morocco for the past year. They scheduled
tours, visits to museums, spa days, and sightseeing to
the city’s tourist attractions. With all the hard work they
put into this trip, they were very excited to experience it
together.
“I can’t wait to hit the market later, Eva!”
Sarah said excitedly. Sarah’s weakness was shopping, and
stores were her best friends. She also loved traveling, and
in all of the countries they visited together, she bought
many souvenirs. Her apartment was filled with memories
from Spain, Costa Rica, England, China, and lots of
other places.
“Yeah, I know. I saw some paintings in a
booth that would look amazing on my bedroom wall,”
Eva smiled.
Eva and Sarah dug through their messy
suitcases and finally found a pair of basic blue jeans. Eva
put on her favorite graphic tee, while Sarah put on a red
and white flannel. Sarah turned the cold, silver knob and
they walked out of the room.
The twins had been inseparable since their
younger years, and never left each other’s side until
college.
On their way to the market, they saw all
different types of people in the streets. Small crowds of
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the people were tourists, just like Eva and Sarah, taking
pictures and asking directions to the Casablanca Mosque.
One woman was wearing a beautiful pink and gold sari
and was carrying a basket of potatoes.
“This market is tremendous! I am in love
with all these souvenirs,” said Eva. The twins visited
booth after booth and never left each other’s side. Their
favorite booth had been the one where the sweet old lady
was selling her homemade knit sweaters. After about two
hours, they had bought two sweaters, a vase for their
mom, and a hat for their dad.
“Oh my gosh, Sarah, look at that painting
over there of the Northern Lights!” Eva screamed with
joy. The painting reminded her of the times she worked
at a radio station in Alaska where she saw the Northern
Lights. She remembered that night like it was yesterday.
Eva quickly ran over to the booth to bargain
for the painting she wanted for her room. She examined
the painting slowly and saw all the details the painter put
into this one piece of canvas. As she called Sarah over to
hear second thoughts, she was surprised to see her gone.
Eva walked back to the booth where Sarah
had told her she would wait. She asked the nice young
man if her sister had bought something in that booth but
Sarah was not there.
How could she have gotten lost in a city 3000
miles away from home? How could she lose the most
important person in her life in such a big and crowded
city? Her heart fell to the floor and her hands started
shaking. This was the worst experience in her life.
Eva ran from booth to booth trying to find
Sarah, but she was gone, nowhere to be found. She asked
all the vendors, “Have you seen a girl that looks just like
me?” The people at the booths were her only hope. But
she got no information from anyone.