This is another story that has poetry and prose. I actually wrote this in creative writing class. I was assigned the poetry part (which is in italics), and it’s a quote by Shel Silverstein. I’ve been getting really positive feedback on my short stories so I’m going to keep posting them. This may actually be the last story I have already written to post because the others I wrote in creative writing are just way too long. I really hope you all enjoy this, and tell me what you think! I am working on more stories, but since I’ve always been more of a poetry girl, it may be a bit of a wait.
My ears popped as I shot out of the water like a bullet. “I touched the bottom! I went all the way down!” I shouted with a dopey smile on my face. No one can swim better than me. Everyone knows it too. When it comes time to pick swim buddies, every camper sprints to my side because they know I’ll take them out all the way to the edge of the deep.
She had blue skin
“Get back from the rope!” a shrill whistle shatters my ears. Okay, maybe I went a little beyond the rope, but I was underwater, how was I supposed to know they could see me all the way out here. I don’t even know why there’s a rope, I should be allowed to swim all the way across the lake because I’m that good.
And so did he
“Buddy check!” a counselor screams. I roll my eyes back till it hurts and then do a quick spin to find Jonny. He’s the fastest kid in all the camp. Everyone wants him on their team when it’s relay day, but he isn’t the best swimmer, so I left him back in the middle area.
He kept it hid
“Jonny! Get over here, it’s buddy check time,” I said while tilting my head to the side to drain the water. “Jonny?” I looked all around and saw that everyone else had found their buddy and was standing with their arms locked and in the air like champions. I didn’t see Jonny anywhere.
And so did she
Panic crammed its way down my throat like lake water when you dive with your mouth open. I always find my buddy. I’ve been coming to camp every year since forever, and I’ve never lost my buddy. I start frantically waving my arms in the air and screaming “Jonny! Jonny!”
They searched for blue
Lifeguards swan dived off their tall thrones and began the search. All the kids climbed up the ladder and on to the dock. All the kids except me, I wasn’t leaving Jonny behind. I aimed my head down and blew air out of my nose as I went down to the dark bottom of the lake.
Their whole life through
My arm smacked into something hard and cold. It’s an anchor and wrapped around the anchor was string, no not string. Jonny’s long brown hair was tangled around the chain of this old anchor. As scream bubbled out of my mouth as I finally felt his squishy arm.
Then passed right by-
My ears popped as I shot out of the water like a bullet.
And never knew
I stopped swimming that day, but years later and I swear there’s still water in my ear.
-AcuteAnimosity
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