Swim-Personal Narrative

In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let

“They’re coming to help you, Mama,” then I looked at my sister, tears strolled down her cheeks and her eyes glimmered with worry, “Taylor grab some clothes and whatever you don’t want

They yank you forward. You try to scream, only to stumbled face-first into the now terrifyingly violent waves. The chain-like water snaps onto your wrists. You struggle, but it holds no hope.

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

“Hey, man don’t worry, I got your back,” my friend, Taylor, remarked with a smirk, “ I’ve done this like a ka-billion times”.

I cut the water with my hand and felt the pressure as it streamed along my body. I was going fast, I could feel it, but I could also feel myself running out of the air. Just a bit more. Just a bit more, hang in there.

I was didn’t feel like I should fall into the salty waters of the waves. After, some time my older sister who was much apparently stronger than me, pushed my in from the side the beach. Terrified I tried to run out until a small star like rough creature was noticed on my foot from deep below the waters surface. Grasping out I grabbed the small creature out from the water and onto my hand. I had noticed that he was curled as to give my open and much larger hand, a hug. After, realizing he meant no harm I began to put him back in the water, back to his home along with all the other creatures of the deep blue sea. Then, as I took at the small star fly into the water I look out as seen the beautiful waves of blue and white coming towards me with an accompaniment of fresh salt water air. The air pushing back my black and brunette hair as I stand confidently waiting for the gust of water to hit my knees almost as hard as my mother hit mine on the plane. After, a while we had to leave due to the tide was hitting to hard against time current from a near by storm coming

The Waves crash along the shore, their colors as blue as a summer sky and their force like a deadly storm. After pulling my hair out of my face I grab my board and sprint toward the crashing waves, just before I start to head out I am startled by a voice I know all too well.

I’m hovering on the edge of unconsciousness when the girl drifts towards me. Her yellow hair steams out behind her and her arms reach out for mine. She takes my hands and we float in the stillness and the mist. She leaves me as quietly as she came; her hands slip out of mine, and she sinks under the water as peacefully as if sinking into sleep. The sea is flat and grey and closes over her silently.

It is day two away from our home here in this large ocean basin. We have seen so many beautiful creatures. We just saw a prepossessing sea turtle swim right by us! We have made new friends, Gibby and Candice. Bubbles is terrified that we will encounter a shark on our trip of exploration, but I keep reassuring her that we will not. It is getting dark down deep in the ocean and we need to find a place to sleep. We found a small cave surrounded by beautiful, pink, orange, and yellow

Impatiently standing on the itchy grass, I wait for my mom to finish layering sunscreen on me. Just before then, I had attempted to slip on my orange arm floaties. Of cource they got stuck about halfway up my arm so I had to dip them in the water before sucessfully pulling them all the way up to just below my shoulder. At five years old, I hadn’t exactly learned how to swim in any way other than the doggy paddle. Danielle, my little sister, who also wore the same orange floaties, was already at the stairs. I quickly escaped my mom and ran over to join her, only slowing down at the last minute so as not to hurt my feet on the small bit of rocky sand before the stairs. Black pieces of something were bolted to the dark wooden stairs. The water

The sunlight dances across the water like a million sparkling diamonds and seagulls caw above her head and behind her on the beach. “Gianna! Hurry up, the waves are awesome!”, Karl yells. She and Karl have been close friends for years and she waves back. She tucks her boogie board under her arm and takes huge steps through the waves, slapping her board on top of the water to begin paddling out to meet her friends. She dunks her hair in the saltwater secretly hoping the salt and sun will make it blonder each day.

“Are you positive?” Jacob arched an eyebrow skeptically. “Because if not, I could give you a quick lesson.”

I waited for her to come back up as I expected, but she didn’t. I kept waiting and waiting, and I started to worry. I stood up to get a better view of the crystal water. The bright glare of the sun was getting in the way of my view. A few moments later she came back up. Even though I could not see very well I knew she came back up because of her reflection on the clear water of the pale white skin and the beaming orange hair.

She trips along the shore, stumbling on the countless rocks worn smooth by centuries of the ocean’s wrath. You can barely tell she’s crying; the wind pushes her tears away before they fully leave her wild, blue eyes. A sudden gust whips her blonde tresses into her face again; she reaches up for what feels like the millionth time to throw them over her shoulder. She turns to look at the waves pounding the shore. The crashes are deafening, and as she watches, frothy spray shoots high into the air.