They all turned away

Drowning is not elegant

Did you know that drowning was once considered elegant, it was used as a more respectable form of execution for high status people. I have drowned. It was not elegant. It was from shore though. To them there was no screams of agony, no wail of desperation, nothing. To them I went under once and they all turned their heads away and went running to the papers hoping to make headlines. They all knew that the person beside them had turned away, but it was no mater. They had watched the movies. But I had to, and it was not the same. And it was certainly not elegant.
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I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing rapidly next to me, I did not bother to check it as I regrettably forced myself out of the everlasting comfort of my bed and into the shower. My thoughts hooked on breakfast as the warm water cascaded down me and pooled at my feet. Soon the sound of the door closing signaling that my dad had just left for work pulled me from my trance as I shut the water off. A cold wall of air met me as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I checked the clock on my nightstand, I still had an hour. I walked into my closet and pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a simple black hoodie before I trudged down the stairs to find something to eat. Coming out empty handed I huffed and settled on just making some eggos.

After eating I forcibly walked outside and got in the beat up old truck that I spent my savings on and pulled out of the driveway. As I walked up to my locker I saw my best friend Sage walk up to me and without missing a beat she started rambling on about how we just had to go to some party tonight. I was not interested but said ok none the less, at least it would be better than sitting at home all day.

I envy anyone who doesn't have to do gym in school. It was horrible. We had to run as Mr.Knutson screamed and fixed his all to revealing short shorts. I almost passed out.

The rest of the day was all the same, except you couldn't see any other teachers balls. After school I was practically trampled trying to get into the parking lot but eventually got there and hefted myself into my truck once again.

As soon as I walked in the door I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called my friend jade. After three rings she picked up.

"Yoooooo, Emily how are you"

"Jade you do realize I had this same conversation with you an hour ago at school"

"Your no fun. Hey we should go do something"

"The last time I went to do something with you we ended up in the hospital, I think I will pass"

"Oh come on. I mean something non fun. Like go out to eat, have a little faith"

"Can't I am going to a party tonight with sage"

"Sage isn't fun either...come on we will go out to the beach, I hear there is a college party"

"Alright fine, but you have to call Sage to tell her"

"See this is why we are friends"

"I am hanging up now"

"But-"

I didn't hear the rest of what ever she was planing on saying because I hung up as soon as possible. I didn't like the idea of a high school party much less a college one. But none the less here I was three hours later in an all to small bikini sitting in a sweaty seat in jades car on the way to the beach.

As soon as I got there I was greeted by a red solo cup filled with who knows what kind of janky prison alcohol brewed in a dorm, that I could not set down because of jade tugging on my arm towards a group of hot and heavy guys that were already drunk that were swimming through the more deep areas of the lake.

Three cups later and I was right beside them swimming away. I won't complain, it was fun paddling and laughing hysterically with a ton of shirtless guys. And it was always like that, fun and careless every Friday night we would go down there and it was amazing.

NOT SURE IF I AM GOING TO CONTINUE WRITING THIS IF YOU GUYS DO NOT WANT ME TO, WHAT ARE YOUR OPINIONS?