It Was An Absolutely Perfect Day

The skin on the bottom of my feet clenched the foam surfboard as the Colorado water chilled my spine. The sound of the music from the sapphire blue Malibu Wake Surf edition blared as my ear drums rattled. The teal water seemed to stare back at me with suspense. “Tell me when you’re ready!” someone barked out from inside the boat. Still astounded by the beauty of Navajo Lake being a place where I’ve been before but I have never really noticed the beauty until now. I poked my eyes up from neon green surfboard to the person on the boat and gave them a relieved thumbs up. The engine roared, my heart raced, the nose of the surfboard went up, no regrets.

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

I just ran. Before I knew it, I was out of the trailer and walking back down the trail. That’s when the real fear set in, it’s strange how you feel so open and exposed walking on a trail. The trailer was sitting there it looked almost evil. I turned a corner and it disappeared out of sight. But the feeling of being followed remained. The trail was almost a trench carved in along a steep hill one side it sloped down and you could see a small pond. I began to visualize what could've happened. The different ways it could’ve ended. I wanted to go back and see if someone was really there, but I knew that would be a waste of time. I summed it up in my head as the wind pushing the door open. I still constantly turned back, looking over my shoulder to see if there was some truth to what I thought, if something was actually following me. It was a windy day out and as the wind the blew the trees would creak and crack. Branches fell off and slammed on the ground crashing down and taking other branches with it. The sound was amplified through the quiet and almost sleeping woods. It was strange, there were no animals, no squirrels or chipmunks. The woods were dead. I was still looking over my shoulder every now and again, still startled by what I had experienced. The walk took way longer than it should’ve. It felt like the seconds were minutes and no matter how fast I walked I couldn't keep up with the pace in my mind.

You swung your leg over and pushed yourself on too, helping me to find the handles. Your parents took off, pulling us out into the open water of the lake. As your dad took turns we flew into the hair, screaming as we went. By the end I was breathless and giddy, ready to do it all over again on another summer day.

But time flew by very fast and soon we had our lifejackets on and ready to go tubing! “Yay! Finally!” I whispered to Evelyn. “You’re going to go tubing for the first time, so exciting!”. We walked to the end of the dock where the speedboat was and the guy driving the boat started asking questions. “So how many of you have gone tubing?” our boat driver asked. “I have” Pier said, “So have I” Georgia added. “She’s the only one of us who hasn’t gone tubing” I replied pointing to Evelyn. “Ok so everyone here is experts except for you, huh”, “Yup”, “Ok sounds good”. I smiled at Evelyn and she smiled back. “So who’s going with who?” the man asked, “We’re going together” I said grabbing her closer to me so he would know for sure that we were going together. “Ok, you two on this tube’ the boat driver said pointing to the left ‘And you two over here”. We got onto our tubes and he showed us the signals in case of an emergency. And off we went. “Hold on tight, Evey” I said, and smiled. I held on with one hand so I could reach down and touch the water. The deep blue water was sparkling in the sun. The cold water brushed my hand as I dipped my fingertips in. It almost felt like were flying on

Our refreshing day at the lake was now a day of oppressing heat. Despite the more than warm weather, I had not exercised at all that day. In an attempt to get in a little of the daily exercise recommended by my soccer coach, I swam to the neighboring buoy. The buoy was about 50 feet away from the boat dock. The swim was not far, but it was far enough to make me breathe hard. It also made Katrina, Madison, Lauren, and Olivia, who had followed, breathe hard. Behind them, closing in on the buoy, were my mom and two younger brothers slowly paddling on their floats. About 6 feet from our destination we drifted upon a shoal. The shoal was rocky, muddy, and algae-ridden. When the filthy red and green mixture of algae and mud squished between my toes I cringed and refused to lower my legs

I turn on my siren and book it to outer Chicago. The sun sets on the horizon and the suns light turns the buildings of Chicago orange like a painters canvass. I make it to the factory and grab my pistol and walk to the large abandoned Factory. I kick open a small door and the side and aim my pistol ahead of me seeing darkness. I grab my flashlight and aim in into the darkness.

One day, I was walking home after a hard day studying for the math exam. The sun had gone to sleep and the moon took his place as the darkness surrounded me. The night, it surrounded everything, ate anything stay in its way, it would never hold back and demolish everything. It was frosty as I was locked in a fridge. The street was quiet and derelict, the way that the glow the streetlight glow was eerie,

Sneaking out the house at midnight for the fourth time this week. I slowly slink out the front and the brisk night air tickles my cheeks. Closing the door, I endure the most painful silence as the ever so slight noise may wake my sister. It finally shuts and I wait for a moment to see if anyone rushes to find who left or entered the house. After a few minutes, I decide it's safe to go. I walk down the driveway as the midnight breeze embraces me. As I reach the sidewalk, I look to the moon. It's tender white light illuminates the sky, but is polluted by the harsh yellow light spewing from the street lamps. Despite how ugly the street lamp light is, it still does the job of providing adequate quite well. I turn left down the street and head toward

The water splashed as I entered the freezing pool of water. I swam to the other end, flipped underwater, and pushed off the wall. The flow of the water against my skin felt as if I was breaking through a bubble of air. The movement of my arms and legs led me all the way to the wall at the other end. This was my passion. It was what I loved to do at the time. Previously, I was on a club swim team, all the way up until school season. I was anxious all day waiting to get back into that pool.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

I remember throwing up this day because the seas were so rough and choppy. When we finally arrived, I couldn’t wait to get to the beach because if the seas were choppy on the way there, who could imagine how big they were at the beach. After we dropped the anchor, my parents let me drive the dinghy with a friend to the beach and the waves were superb. The five foot waves rolled in perfectly and were excellent for body surfing. Me and my friend got our boards and we went to go catch some sick waves. The next day, more of our friends arrived on their boats which meant more people I could hang out with. My Dad thought to himself, “The more people there are for Stephen to hangout with, the less I have to worry about him.” So with this thought in his head, my Dad let me go hiking with them and it was a blast. We went to the Mohegan Bluffs and the scenery was amazing. If my parents didn't trust me like last year, they wouldn’t of have let me go on this hiking

My mom and I went to Indian Hill to take a hike. I put on my sweatshirt, my pants, boots and then put on my camel backpack. We looked at the map, picked the yellow trail, then walked up the stairs and started hiking. I looked down to check my phone to see how much battery I had. I wanted to make sure I could listen to music. It was at 87% charge so I started playing music from Pandora. I put it on today’s pop and hip hop. All I could see were lots and lots of trees . The park was filled with the noise of cars driving in the background.

The constant wind brushing my face was a clear indication of how fast we were going. The boat sliced through wave after wave like a giant surfboard. Gold tendrils of hair whipped around my head, refusing to be tamed. As we neared the dive site, we all started suiting up and strapping on our gear. The sun was so oppressive that I knew the cool water was going to be a relief. While we prepared, the dive master took out a dry erase board and mapped out the

Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward the water, bringing me a pleasant breeze through my fall. Then, I finally hit the water. I didn’t stick a solid landing, as I went head first into the water. I panicked and opened my eyes under the murky water, only to see nothing but dirt and sediments float around me. I kept sinking and saw a monstrous fish swim right in front of my face. At that very moment, my body went into overdrive, and I managed to project myself back up to the