After Kelly and I talk for about an hour, I tell her I have to go because I’m about to starve to death. I go down stairs and walk into the kitchen. “Good morning.” says my mom. “Hey mom, can Kelly and I go to the beach today?” I ask her. “I suppose so” she answers. “Thanks so much, mom!” I say happily.
After breakfast I text Kelly and tell her the great news. She said she would pick me up in an hour. When you think about it, an hour isn’t a lot of time for a girl to get ready, so I rush to take a shower, do my hair, pick out a really cute outfit, and pack my bag for the beach. I also had to pack the cooler with food and drinks. By the time I finish packing, Kelly is honking outside. I hug and kiss my mother good bye and promise her we will be safe and wear sunscreen.
When Kelly and I are about five miles away from the beach, we can already smell the saltwater, fish and sunscreen. We saw many people walking with coolers and wearing bathing suits. When we get to the beach, it’s surprisingly not crowded. Kelly and I lay our blankets down and put the umbrella up. We take our cover-ups off and run for the water.
The water was really cold, but we didn’t care. Not many people were in the water. The sun wasn’t even out. The waves felt like ice crashing against my body. The waves were getting harder and harder. We were being pulled out to sea. The few people who were in the water got out. Even the lifeguards took their umbrellas down and left. I got worried and looked to my right where Kelly was a minute ago. I looked in every direction but couldn’t find her. I screamed her name. Nothing. My whole body is facing the shore when I see Kelly’s head bob up. I yell for her but before I can say her name, she screams “Melissa look out!”
Just then I look behind me and a giant wave knocks me down. I tumble in every direction and I swallow sand and water. I hit the shore. Hard. Another wave pulls me out. Then an even bigger wave hits me and this time I land real hard on the shore far enough where no other waves can reach me. I get really dizzy. Kelly runs over asking if I am okay. When I don’t reply she says she’s going to get help. My eyes get blurrier and blurrier. My head and arm hurt really badly. Just when I feel like I am about to pass out, I see a tall figure running towards me. The figure picks me up and starts running. It feels like we are running for ages. I finally see a bright red sign. It looks like a cross. We go into a building, but before I can see where we are, my eyes go completely black.
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I wake up in a metal bed. I hear beeping and I smell medicine. I sit up in the bed and notice my arm is in a cast. I have a horrible headache. “Oh you’re up dear.” says a short lady in a white outfit. I’m guessing she’s my nurse because she comes over and takes my temperature. She asks my how a feel. I ask her how I got here. “A nice young boy carried you two miles.” She left me to get some rest.
When I woke up there was a boy in the chair next to my bed. He looked familiar. “Hey Melissa, do you remember me? From summer camp.” he asked. I remembered. In my head I saw the late nights Kelly and I spent together. Telling ghost stories, roasting smores, and night swimming in the lake. We used to go to that summer camp every year until this year because we were too old. Then I remembered the boy, Kyle. He was the boy everyone had a crush on, including me. I had a crush on him ever since the first year of camp.
My mom picked me up from the hospital. I thought she would be mad, but she was totally calm. “You’re lucky Kyle was there.” she says. “Yes, yes I was.” Then I remember the dark figure.
When I got home, I call Kelly and tell her about Kyle and him signing my cast and HIM ASKING ME OUT! She doesn’t answer, and then I realize Kelly didn’t like Kyle. “Kelly are you there?” I ask. “Melissa, you can’t be serious. Please tell me you said no.” she replies. “Well….I said yes. Kelly you can’t expect me to say no when I have been waiting for him to ask me out forever. I’m not going to say no just because you don’t like him.” I say.
We argue for a few minutes but then I hang up. I can’t believe that Kelly, my best friend for years, would make me decide between her and a boy I had a crush on for about seven years. The next day I call Kelly and tell her that I can’t decide between them both because she is my best friend and I don’t want a guy to come between us.
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