So, I'm not 100% sure what this is exactly, the middle or beginning of a story? Not sure...anyways, we just have to turn in a page of whatever we want to write, so here we go:
Sarah proceeded to dive off the dock into the chilly water. Kicking her strong swimmer’s legs, she propelled herself back up to the surface. She pushed her hair back, laughing at the cold water and warm sun on her face.
“See? I told you I wasn’t afraid of the cold.” She shoved water at Jason, who threw his hands in front of his face.
“Well, at least it got you in.” He brushed water out of his eyes. “Race you to the other dock?”
“Sure!” Sarah was always up for a challenge.
Both of them swam as fast as they could. Sarah was pretty sure she would win; after all she had been on swim teams since she was seven. But when she reached the opposite dock, only slightly out of breath, she was perplexed to see Jason proudly hanging from the ladder. Sarah choked back her sound of surprise; she didn’t want him to think she was impressed, even if she was.
He kicked water at her. “Hey, slow poke. What took you so long?”
She hastily climbed the ladder and stood on the dock. “Whatever.” She turned abruptly and headed down the dock. She squeezed water out of her soaked yellow t-shirt and tried to push it out of her cut-off shorts. Sarah knew she was being a sore loser, but it had been years since someone had beat her in a swimming race and now she was just flat out annoyed. She was soaking wet, and had to go back to the canoe rental for the rest of the afternoon. How frustrating to lose at something she was known to be good at, and then have to stand around and work all day.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment