A Second Chance

Prologue

It was the 10th of December. I could feel the cold breeze blow against my skin, letting shivers repeatedly come down my spine. I skated into figure eights, swirls and even skated my name. Skating was such a joyous thing to do, and I absolutely adored it, which was one of my reasons for living in the best place ever, Quebec. I had been skating for at least an hour. I was bored, and had no idea what to do, so my brain saw a thin layer of ice and rushed towards it. I decided to be fearless.
I skidded over and tried to do a spin.

FOWOPPP!!!! I could hear the ice beneath my skates crush. I was too late to run away, and before I knew it, I fell beneath the water. I tried to scream, but bubbles came out. I tried to grab onto the sheet of ice, but it too crumbled and fell into the lake. Soon enough, I was reaching the bottom. I tried to kick up and up, but I could no longer see the difference between the ice and the water and where the hole was where I had fell. I had to face the truth. Elaine Hemm was dead.