The Dreamers

Lighthouse

"Hello class, I hope you didn't set any expectations for P.E. class because I will crush them in a second. Go pack and be here in twenty minutes for a trip." our teacher said. Well, I certainly was hoping for like a traditional hello, my name is, let's say our names and something about ourselves, but no. I yawned, trying to figure out if he's kidding by his face expression.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry!" he repeated. Oh gosh, he's serious.
"What do we need to bring? Where are we going?" asked Toby.
"Improvise." he retorted and I wanted to slap that grin of his face. What can I say, I can become violent if woken up earlier than I would like to.

We ran to our rooms to get ready for the day. As we unlocked the door, I emptied my backpack and crammed things I assumed I would need on a trip. I changed into a swimming suit, put a dark purple top over it and a warm jacket. Who knows what the weather will be like, what if he takes us to Hawaii. Not that I would protest.
"Come on!" exclaimed Keiko and after locking our room, we ran back to the class. Most of the people were already there with only a few missing. The devil, also known as our P.E. teacher, was waiting there looking at the clock. He groaned when he noticed all of us on time. Thanks for the heart-warming welcoming.
"Follow me." he said simply. We exited the school and walked through Toronto till we got to the coast. We entered a little caffe.
"Aiden." our teacher nodded to the boy standing behind the counter as a greeting. He was tall, as far as I could see. He had light brown hair and strong facial features with his green eyes standing out, warm and friendly.
"Hello, sir." he nodded back, but his glance was focused on something, or more specifically, someone behind me.
"Keiko, the boy is looking at you." I whispered to her with a wink.
"Act natural." Keiko demanded, her cheeks flushed.
"Shipping it." Amber commented quietly.
"Oh my gosh, yes." I laughed.
"Just shut up." Keiko retorted, grinning.

We followed our teacher to the door in the back of the room. Staff only was written on it in bold letters. There was a skull doodled with a marker beneath it. Creative. He took out a key and unlocked the door. I was surprised to see that it led outside, to a little private port, surrounded by walls and the door we've just come through. There were a few boats tied to the hooks.
"Your task is to take a boat and get to Port Dalhousie. It's a little community at the opposite side of Lake Ontario considering where we are now. Right at the dock is a famous lighthouse, you can't miss it. The keeper and his daughter are our friends, they know about us and they are in some way connected to the Dreamers. My point is, you can trust them. Okay, go!" he yelled.

Keiko, Amber and I ran to one of the boats. Toby and Max jumped next to us, almost causing the boat to turn around.
"I hate you." murmured Amber part of her shirt wet. Toby stuck out his tongue and took one of the paddles. Max got another and they started rowing. We joked and talked for an hour. The weather was nice and everything seemed perfect.
"Okay choose. What will go wrong? A, we'll be eaten by a creepy lake creature, B, a storm, C, we'll get lost." Max said.
"Is this supposed to be some kind of a weird game. I mean, what's wrong with "Would you rather" or "Twenty Questions"?" I protested with a grin.
"I think C because you are the ones rowing." Amber teased. Toby put a hand on his heart, like he was hurt by that statement. Next moment our boat turned around and we all ended in cold water. I swam up to the boat, breathing heavily. Amber showed up next to me moments later.
"Wait, where's everyone?" I started panicking.
"We're here." Keiko said and Toby and Max swam up in a second. Suddenly, I felt something tickling my legs.
"Who's doing that, it's not funny." I frowned.
"What?"
Before I could answer, something started pulling me down. My lungs were burning as I crushed on the bottom of the lake. My vision started getting blurry as I was helplessly waving with my arms and legs trying to swim up. Next moment, I hit my head on something hard and knocked out.