The Bad Boy Gave Me a Black Eye

-1- Jemenia's Birthday

"Happy 11th Birthday Jemmy!!" A Voice yells from behind me.

I shriek, and, using the cookie platter in my hand, bang it on the person behind me; then I hear a splash.

Turning around to the culprit who is now in the pool, I shriek again. "Teddy Teddy Teddy I'm so so so sorry!!!" I yell to the  curly brunette haired boy floating a foot in front of me.

"Teddy?" I poke his forehead.

Suddenly a hand grabs my wrist, and I'm pulled into the pool. I feel my butt hit the floor of the pool, and slowly open my eyes.

I grin, looking up at the boy  floating cross legged in front of me. I look in front of me, and see the ribbon I had in my hair moments ago floating away.

I try to snatch it, but suddenly don't feel very good.

"Whaa.." I try to say, but it comes out as a gurgle.

I clutch my throat, gasping for air.

Suddenly everything is purple.

I feel something grab my wrist. I look up, and see him leading me to the surface.

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I sit on the side of the pool, still wringing out my soaking hair.

"Jemmy! I said I'm Sorry!"

I turn and glare at him, then huff and look back. "It's your fault. I got the dress mum got me messed up, my hair is ruined, my ribbon is gone, and all of my friends from school are going to be here in a hour!"

I gasp, seeing I used too much air in that sentence.

Suddenly I am sprayed by a blast of water. I screech as Teddy swims to the bottom of the 7 ft pool.

He comes up and shakes, his wet hair spraying me. I glare at him, as he shows a look of triumph. Teddy hands me a purple cloth, then lifts himself up onto the ledge. I stare at my ribbon, purposely ignoring the soaking boy beside me.

After hearing some silence, I look back at him.

"What?!?!"

He fell asleep!

I stand up, and drag him away from the pool, and set him against the snack table. I look at him, then back at my soaking clothes.

"Stay here, I'm going to go get ready."

I run inside, and plow up the stairs to the bathroom. I examine myself in the mirror and frown at the mess in front of me.

My dark strawberry blond hair is stringy, and sticking to my face. The slight mascara mum made me put on has run down my face, and the dress Aunt Lucy bought me is still dripping.

I plug in my blow dryer, and run to my room. I go through my closet, until I find my white shirt with small watermelons on it, and a skirt my mom got me for Easter. I groan. I hate skirts.

I put on white sneakers, and slip on my anklet my grandfather got me, and fix the locker that mum and dad got me when I was 6. I haven't taken it off since. It has a picture of me and my baby brother sitting on Mum and Dad's laps.

I walk downstairs, and see my mom getting the cake out of the refrigerator.

She turns and gasps. "What happened to your hair!"

I touch my hair and groan. I forgot to blow dry it. "I fell into the pool."

She sighs, and drags me upstairs to the bathroom. After she blow dries my hair into wavy curls, she puts in a light green headband in my hair to hold back my bangs. She puts on a bit on mascara on me, and heads downstairs.