Have you ever had one of those exasperating days at a water park that really turned out to be no big deal? If you have, then we have something in common. On a steamy summer morning in June, my family and I decided to go to Water Wiz for a fun day at the waterpark. We all hopped in the car with buzz. I was jittery like a ten- year- old who drank four cups of coffee. Me, being my six-year-old self, grabbed my mom 's phone, slumped in my chair, and played temple run until we got there. As I felt the car slow down, I had a feeling we were there. I looked up and saw a very promising sign that stated in immense letters Water Wiz™. My heart started pounding with excitement as if I just won a million dollars. I hopped out of the car as fast as a …show more content…
“Mommy, Mommy!” I screamed with terror.
Then my mom came and looked at the pool and all she thought was, this can 't be good. She sees me standing in a puddle of pee and tears. She took me to our belongings and sat me down.
“What happened?” She questioned with concern
I finished my weeping and crying for the most part, and told my mom in a post crying voice trying to hold back tears, “I peed in the pool, and it turned blue for some reason. Then everyone was staring at me like I was some sort of monster.” “Why on earth would you pee in the pool?” My mom said with disappointment.
“I don’t know” I exclaimed with sorrow. “The worst part was, there was a kid who laughed at me and announced to the whole world what I did in the pool,” I explained to her.
After I told my mom about the kid who made fun of me, she was most upset about that than anything else.
“Which kid was it!?” She asked me. I took my hand and pointed, This is where things got ugly.
My mom took my hand and grabbed it with anger, dragging me to the little snob who exposed me for peeing in the pool. The child and his mom were sitting peacefully in their chairs with happy grins acting as if they were living as royalty, My mom with fury went up to the other child 's mom and
They'd gotten lunch from the local takeaway, a burger and chips each, and had headed to their usual spot, the top of the Jumping Rock, at Dead Man's Pool. The Lagoon had received its infamous naming due to to many deaths that had occurred there over the years, where many teens, usually high or drunk, dared each other to jump from the cliff face to the icy water between the large, jagged stones. After the deaths of over 10 teens over the span of two decades, the cliff had been fenced off by the Sheriff, with large WARNING and DO NOT ENTER signs plastered everywhere. The teens, however, just like they always had done, ignored the signs and crawled through the large gap in the corner of the fence and walked the familiar path up to the top of the Jumping
It felt like a knife was stabbing me right in the leg. I noticed a considerable amount of other campers staring at me as I was laying on the ground in pain. “Ouch! Oh my gosh!” I held my leg as I yelled loudly.
This story is about a tall man who has tattoos on his right arm and back, who is skinny with black hair. He is very respectful and gets along with everyone. Also, he is very nice. He can make his own powers and has a sword on his back of his costume who has money to go to Six Flags at first, but then something happens to his friend and wastes the money on him, but at the same time helps his friend out by using his powers he made at his lab.
While others at school fretted about fitting in, I was constantly anxious about what was awaiting me at home. Beyond just worrying about my mother being drunk, I was always unsure of what condition she would be in when I got home from school. Would I have to take care of her and clean up her vomit or would I need to avoid her while she barraged me with screaming insults through my locked bedroom door? Remarks such as, “You worthless daughter” still haunt
Truth be told I learned the following things four summers ago; one: it 's possible to rock plastic, yellow sunglasses; two: don’t have a fifteen year old pierce your ears just because she “saw it in the parent trap”; three: Ian Gordon is not, in no way or ever will be, gay. Rumors spread like wildfire through bunk G9 at Chestnut Lake Camp the summer of 2010. The hottest new piece of gossip?
As I slowly walked over to where my mom was sitting I dreaded the conversation that was about to happen. As soon as she handed me the phone I said “hi” and after a long silence I finally heard my father’s booming voice through the phone. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry to hear about you and your boyfriend.” When I heard this I couldn’t help but fight back the tears. Crying was never acceptable so I already knew better then to let him hear me cry.
We ran away from the crowd. I saw a lot of blood covering the ground and mothers are crying and children are running away too. I left my friends and went to my house. “Mom! are you okay?” I said.
“Niyah, when you come in here for a second, please,” my mom said. “Oh no,” I thought. “It was only 8 o’clock in the morning! What could I have possibly done?” I washed my hands and went to my mom’s room.
The frequency of these deaths is disturbing, and yet every summer swimmers return to her. Another specific example comes from 1977, which illustrates the trickeries of this pool. Bob DeMoss came from a working class home in nearby Springfield, Oregon. As was the expectation, after he obtained his driver’s license Bob had sought a
My mother entered my bedroom and immediately her face widened in absolute shock. “What did you do?” I froze, panicked. I had been discovered. Twelve-year-old me was sitting on the bedroom floor when she had come in.
Here I go, down my stairs to ask a question that I know for sure my mom will throw a fit about. There I am in our living room standing three feet away from my frightening mom. She asks, “What do you want?” I stand there not wanting to ask the question, hesitating for a second or two and then I finally spill out the words “ Would it be okay if I skip Friday’s volleyball tournament and cheer at the first home football game?” Of course like the strict mother she is, she says, “ No you are going to the volleyball tournament no matter what.”
So, I decided to throw a tantrum in the pool and everyone just stared at me in horror and my grandpa said he would only give my favorite lizard back if I stopped crying. Surprisingly, that was not the only thing that was dreadful about that day. When I finally stopped crying, I decided to poop in the pool. As soon as someone saw that, they immediately swam away. My mom quickly jumped in the pool with a cup to scoop the poop.
My nerves from the first class unexpectedly came rushing back. These students grew into great swimmers, but I knew that the depth of the water could petrify them. The first few students were able to swim back up with little to no effort, but the last girl lost her footing and slipped into the pool and couldn 't resurface. I froze as I saw her struggling to swim and breathe. My mind quickly flashed back to the time I jumped out of my tube and almost drowned.
I leapt from the diving board my rescue tube in hand, the air whooshing past my ears and adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a resounding splash, the swimming pool’s cool crisp water surrounded me. As I tore through the water, I looked up and saw the victim, a young woman in her twenties. A wide eyed, terrified expression was on her face as she sank underwater. I swam towards her body with all of my strength
I had a fear of water since I was a child, but somehow managed to take a risk and dive. You know the feeling of being underwater? The bone-crushing pressure of gallons of water envelops every inch of your body and sinks into your lungs, your brain, your heart. While you remain remarkably void of feeling, the fullness of defeat dominates your mind until all that is left inside you are the remnants of the sea’s terrors. Underwater, there are no sounds from the outside world - no cries from those you have wronged, no professions of love hidden inside for too long, no vicious words flung ruthlessly at your feet from the glares of passing strangers.