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THE LAKESIDE VIEW
I was sure I saw something.
"Libby! It was there! Right there!" I shouted hysterically, pointing at the lake, by the swaying reeds.
"Mark! Shut up! Why are you so strange?! Why can't you just be normal?" Libby stalked of her fists balled, and her long blonde hair swaying in time with her.
"Wait!" I called, after her, "Libby! I am NOT strange!" Libby stopped and turned to me in her denim skirt and somehow-still-clean pink top. She placed her heavily braceletted hands on her hips and tapped her pink flip-flopped feet on the ground.
"Whatever. I'm one year older remember! Your only 9, so I must be right." Before i could reply, she disappeared into the trees to find Mum and Dad. I poked my tongue out at her back, and started pacing back and forth.
"Why does she have to be like that?! Why can't she just have stayed a little longer? It would've come back!" I knew I should have followed her, but I didn't want to. I was far to proud to wander back to 'Mummy and Daddy, like a lost puppy' as Lib put it.
"Argh!" I shouted, waving my fists angrily at the sky.
"No need to get angry, Mark. I understand you. " I turned around in surprise.
I couldn't see anything. My eyes wondered, roving through the trees.
"No! Down here!" I looked down, turning around on the spot.
I yelped and stumbled back. There was a small splash and the figure was gone.
I ran to the safety of the trees, pressing my back up against the rough bark, and gulping down air, like an unquenchable thirst for water.
It was a while before a gathered the tethers of my courage, and peered around the tree again.
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The Water Nymph
Fantasy9 year old Mark feels strangely enthralled by the new friend he made by the lake. Daffy waits for him there every Sunday, but Mark wants to find out more, where does she go after their Sundays? Daffy always rebukes him when Mark tries to find out mo...
