We had finally reached our destination, the river. It was mid-spring, and the sun played hide-and-seek behind an ax-shaped cloud. We were all talking and having a good time. Our towels were laid on the warm sand, and we were sticking our recently unshod toes into it. I had finally decided to plunge into the river.
I tested the water with my toes, but it was too cold. I went in any way. I returned as quickly as possible once the water reached my waist. I told everyone I couldn't do it. Suddenly, something came over me, and I walked back in fast and without thinking. I then dived headfirst into the current. It started taking me away as I struggled to swim to shore, but I did it. I walked up the sandhill to my towel. The feel of pins & needles was all over my body from how cold the river was.
I was sitting in the sun on my towel for a few minutes. Marissa was on my left. She threw sticks she found in the sand, aiming them at the water. Claude had already submerged his whole body in the river, but Michael refused to go in. Alexandra, or (Lexi) as we call her, had gone in, but she splashed herself before returning right out. No one else knew this, but Lexie was a closet lesbian. I knew only because she confided in me, and I promised to keep it a secret. Then there's the most indispensable part of the group: me. Hi. My name is Stefanie Clayton, and I am the wealthiest person in this group. I only hang out with these people because I was left with them at 14. Now, let's go back and see how our wacky adventures started.
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River Styx
Short StoryIt is a short story about Stefanie Clayton and her gang of misfits. This time, they trail off to the river. This franchise of short stories follows Stefanie and her friends on wacky adventures and science-defying leaps through time and space and j...
