The reason I say I had the dream a million times is not actually because this was a dream. Unfortunately, it did happen, and it only gets worse. I call it a dream because I am having trouble remembering it. The day was tramautic, one big blur in my memory that I hope will clear up rather than degrade into one big black sport.
After returning to my tanning position on the chaise, I turned over on my stomach and reveled at the tall and colorful beach houses lining the sandy shore. Some were two stories, others three. But three blocks back I could see a line of three neighboring houses in particular that were four stories and towered over all the rest. I liked the one in the middle best, because it had both a balcony on the roof and on the fourth-floor right underneath. When I own a home, I hope my daddy will buy me that one.
Craig returned to the main deck, and I noticed him instantly glaring at Jack in his slight frustration. I knew Craig wasn't the type to get mad at anyone, so I knew Craig was only slightly drunk. This moment of frustration for him—that I was Jack's—would pass in a minute. He just needed to go back to dancing to the music.
That was when I felt my body tilt slightly to the right. It was so gradual that I didn't realize the boat was shifting sideways until I nearly fell off my chair and had to catch myself.
Jack and Travis splashed their way back up the ladder and they both cursed. I could hear the water rushing with increasing volume and the crowds of people in the water started shouting. Over my shoulder, across the shore, the water line started receding. And the words pierced the air in ghoulish chorus.
"Swim! Swim! Swim!"
Travis and the rest of the boys suddenly ran to my side of the boat to watch the sand unwrap underneath the disappearing sea.
"What's happening!" Someone said.
Travis cursed, and shouted. "It's a tsunami! Quick—pull the anchor up before the water drags out from under us! We're too close to shore!"
But just like that the ocean recoiled as though to spite him, and it kicked up such speed that the yacht tanked like the titanic and dove like a falling airplane into the rocky sand.
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SWIM Book 1 (Complete three-hundred pages)
Teen Fiction***EDITOR'S CHOICE AWARD*** What would you do if you only had three months to live? When a tsunami traps a girl, her boyfriend, and four other boys in a bay house, starvation, sexual competition, and territorial war tear them apart. Entangled in a h...
