Hey everyone! Sorry I haven’t been posting lately! School is CRAZY! Sadly I haven’t had a lot of time to write, But I am working on a story with one of my best friends so when we finish that I will have it up and posted! I recently read my story, The Ride of My Life…So far, and decided to change a couple of things. I didn’t make HUGE changes but I think you will notice a difference. I hope you like it and please leave a comment!
If you ever go tubing, make sure a maniac isn’t driving. If one is, it won’t end pretty.
I finally had the guts to get on the tube. I was jumpy and proud to be eight years old and going tubing with the big girls, Bree and Alaina! That was before I found out I would be squeezed in-between two thirteen year olds. Although the tube was called Big Mac, he got his name from his huge size and the fact that its almost impossible to flip, there still wasn’t enough room for all three of us. So Bree and Alaina resorted to sitting on top of me. My legs were squished more than a pancake.
Just when I was about to back out of this mess, the motor roared to life. My heart skipped a beat when the boat lurched forward. The driver slowly pulled out of the dock. I was squeezing the handles so hard that my knuckles turned white.
My grip slowly loosened as we continued to go a snail like pace. My hand skimmed over the surface of the water. I leaned over and watch the fish weave their way in between the seaweed. I was actually enjoying myself, but Alaina and Bree felt differently. “BOO! BOO!” they both complained. So, speed went up, my grip got tighter, and my happiness turned into fear. The maniac driver was now trying to flip us. Luckily, we were on Big Mac. Sharp turns, bumpy waves, some tricks that can’t even be put in words! I got teary eyed when the iceberg water whipped my delicate face. I wanted to scream but it would be no use, no one would hear me. I thought nothing could be worse than this, but I was wrong.
I saw my nightmare. My eyes widened, my skin turned pale, and a shiver went down my spine as my eyebrows magnified toward the sky. A colossal wave! That wave didn’t even have to stand on his tippy toes to touch the sun. I whispered a will to myself believing I would die. Alaina and Bree cried and screamed, exclaiming it was too big but Mr. Maniac ignored them. As we approached the wave, we grabbed each other’s hands like this was the end. But really, it was only the beginning.
I was so frightened I was gasping for air. I had “fright asthma”. I closed my eyes tighter than the lock on a bank door. My palms were sweatier than a kid that did the monkey bars a thousand times. I started to slip. Three words popped in my head, “YOU CAN’T SWIM!” Even though I was wearing a life jacket, I was still worried! The wave seemed to be going on forever and ever, like everything was in slow motion.
Just then we came to a halt in the middle of the lake. The speedboat rocked gently like a baby cradle on the minuscule waves that once were mountainous. I took deep breaths to cure my “fright asthma”. Mr. Maniac and his buddies pulled us toward the boat. He helped Bree and Alaina out of Big Mac, giggling, saying how surprised he was that they did not plunge into the water. Then he saw me sitting there with black and blue legs, a red face, and blisters on my hands. He had forgotten about me. His face said it all. He apologized profusely. Although I accepted his apology, I knew I was never going tubing with him in charge of my life again.
The motor started and I almost jumped out of my skin in fear. We headed for the dock. When we got there, I gathered up all of my remaining strength to crawl out of the boat and hobble off the dock. When I saw land, I was in love. I fell into the sand, made a sand angel, and shouted, “Land, sweet land!”
It took me four years to get me back on a tube. Yeah, it was that bad.