Drowning

1. An innocent day at the pool.

A loud, crashing echoes through my house my house.

Holding my breath, I pull my soft blanket up to my face and look around. I hear booming laughter echoing through my hallway. Two voices. Normally this would have scared the living crap out of me, but I know those laughs. I fling the covers away from body and race across my room. The giggles grow silent as I position myself behind the door. A hand adorned with rings and chipped polish opens the door with a creak.

She is going to squish me and I am going to die. This is the end.

Two heads peep out from the door way. One red and another blonde. Together they mouth one, two, three.

"BOO!" they shout in unison.

Looking around, confused, they pounce on my bed. Devin throws all of my pillows on the ground and shouts,

"Jodi, where are you?"

I creep up behind them and touch each of their backs with my hands.

"Right here," I whisper evilly.

Isabelle whirls around and slaps my on the cheek while Devin shrieks and crawls underneath my comforter. I let out a small laugh.

"What was that for? Now my whole cheek is red and is throbbing."

"Excuse me for defending myself!" Isabelle exclaims while throwing her hands up in the air.

"Okay, okay. Sorry," I mumble.

"I can't believe you would scare your own friends," she shakes her head in fake disappointment.

I just roll my eyes and laugh. Devin peeks her blonde head out from under the covers like a frightened kid.

"Don't do that again. Like ever," she gasps while wildly shaking her head.

"Now you've done it. She's scarred for life." Isabelle says.

"You may need therapy, Devin," I joke.

Devin crosses her arms across her chest and says,

"You guys are so mean."

Isabelle pats her on the head saying,

"You'll survive, Hun."

Devin then gives Isabelle a hardcore glare. Ignoring her, Isabelle looks at me and asks,

"Jodi, do you have something I can eat? I didn't eat breakfast."

"No, I don't have food here. I eat at Mcdonalds three times a day, everyday." I say jokingly, raising my eyebrows.

Isabelle walks out of the room dragging a pouting Devin along beside her in search of breakfast. I stumble into my closet to find an outfit for the day. After a minute of contemplating, I throw on a blue bikini and daisy sun dress. I toss a few things in my favorite leather backpack, slide my feet into some flip-flops, and off I go. I hate wearing shoes that expose my man feet, but no way am I wearing tennis shoes to the pool.

As I walk downstairs and into the kitchen I find my two friends both stuffing their faces with Poptarts.

My Poptarts.

Isabelle laughs underneath her breath as I storm into the room. Angrily, I snatch the Poptart box and shake it upside down hoping more might magically fall out. I throw the empty box across the kitchen in disappoint.

"How could you?" I whine.

"They were yummy," Isabelle smirks.

"Very yummy," Devin giggles, rubbing her stomach.