or when your dreams whisper in your ears.
she sent a jeer my way at the campsite. i remembered her, but she obviously didn't remember me enough to recall that i hadn't been present long enough for her jab to be one of humor.
tears prickled my eyes, and before she could call after me, i dove into the lake.
the water was cold and green, as it should be in this spring. my clothes were hardly a strain on my gliding through the water.
it seemed to be a long time before I reached the surface again, closer to another bank, this one opposite where the girl was.
i was still fairly far out, and once i gulped down some air, i struggled to get to the miniature dock, even though i am a swimmer.
a familiar-faced girl sneered down at me, and as she turned her back to me, i cried out, "please help me!" it came out garbled.
once i reached the dock, i was unable to use my own strength to climb up.
another familiar face came into view. i whimpered a meek, "help," as i continued to struggle to hoist myself out of the water.
his hand tentatively grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the wooden dock.
i scrambled to my feet and recognized his face.
and then i bolted, shaking it away away away.
his role in my story was supposed to be over.
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Smart Girl
非小说类thoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
