Creative Writing: Lake Water

It was time...I watch carefully as sunlight dances across the lake water at random intervals. Seeing Hallie, I turn sharply causing the murky, green water to fly up around me. Together we meander through the water over to the once bulbous tube. The fiery red and sunflower yellow of the tube stand out brightly against the muted looking water. As I hoist myself onto it, it rubs my arm roughly. Hallie hoists herself up next to me and we latch onto the handles. We start to drift slowly and we lean forward lest the tube turn over on itself. I breathe in deeply then exhale sharply as the scent of a dead, decomposing fish washes over us. We skid over the water. My legs start to tense and I have goosebumps even though it’s hotter than Texas. My heart

I quickly did so as the tube veered harshly to the left outside the wake. We were jerked this way and that. The leaden weight that hugged my body started to feel a lot like a soggy sponge. I slammed my eyes shut as tiny wet pins pricked my face over and over again. My hands protest loudly and my knuckles turn white. The surroundings slowly come into view again. Hallie and I are gently pushed to the left of the tube. We dip down and shoot back up. My stomach lurches forward and I hold my breathe as the water disappears, the tube disappears. My hair is displaced as it blows softly to the side. We’re frozen in the air for what seems like

The water splays everywhere. I shiver as the cold, unforgiving water envelops me. I try to breathe but the oxygen is gone. I can feel my lungs contracting like a boa constrictor is squeezing them. I furiously kick my legs as though I'm a cheetah running. I can't tell if I'm going left or right, down or up. For one heart stopping moment everything goes black. I'm not going to get up…There’s no more air…The end has come. Then I see a faint, fading light. It’s just barely poking at the corner of my eye but it's there. I swim towards it using the very last ounce of my strength. I break the surface, breathing deeply, but feeling like an Olympic medalist. Oxygen feels like a rare gold that I alone just discovered. “Gwen, where are you?” I hear echoing in my ears. Whoever is yelling sounds desperate and worried like a mother who’s lost her child in a