Drizzle was the
Warning of the storm
We all feared.
But despite the weather,
After slipping wet suits on
We were out on the water again.
The lake constantly rippled with rain drops
And when I
Fell in,
It was not
Much different from being out of the water.
After a while
Our instructor said it was too windy
To sail separately.
We were put in pairs, boy girl.
Dissapointment crushed me
When I saw
Will and Lauren paired off
Together.
Then, in a plot twist,
The instructor paired you with the only girl left:
Me.
I hate to admit it
But my heart hammered against my
Ribcage like it was
Desperate to escape.
I smiled shyly at you
But you weren't looking my way.
We said nothing to each other as we
Climbed into our boat.
I had to sit next to you.
You took over most of the sailing
And you were good.
I asked if you had been sailing lots
But you just smiled at me.
Perhaps you didn't hear.
Your hair was damp and stuck to
Your forehead.
Water gathered in the corners of your
Eyes and mouth.
I wasn't looking or paying attention when
A strong gust of wind
Blew at the same time you altered
Direction and the boat was tipping.
Tipping.
We were both standing on the inside
Clinging onto the opposite side behind us.
I turned to look at you
And you looked at me and we both
Knew we would
Have to
Jump.
And you were still smiling as we
Dived into the numbing water.
I thrashed about
Until I surfaced.
You were a couple of meters away
Bobbing like the topper
That was now fully upside down.
You asked if I was okay,
I managed a stiff nod
As I started to shiver.
Then,
The heavens opened.
(Found written under a window-sill in Chloe Mcmullens room)

YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}