Eye of the Typhoon
when you see THINGS…
I used to be normal. Like a normal fourteen-year-old. I had "lovely titian tresses" and "ivory skin", and a caring parents. So what if I don't have a boyfriend? I'm only a freshman. Plus, I "had it all": money, status, beauty, gift in playing the piano… Who could be luckier than me, Natalie Portman?
Well, anyone who had never been sucked into a whirlpool before, that's who.
It was the summer holidays. My family and I were on our yacht, when suddenly we're caught in a freak storm. Serious. There was a whirlpool, and we're going to get sucked in. Then Matt, my geniouss brother, threw on an oxygen tank and dived overboard, while tying himself to the boat, before sinking to the bottom, like an anchor.
But alas, I was catapulted by my heavyweight brother, me being so much lighter, and was caught in the storm. I lost consciousness.
Three days later, I resurfaced, unconscious but alive.
