This is my first story. I started writing it in 8th grade and I'm a sophomore in high school now. It took a lot of my friends telling me I should so finally I gave in and here I am. Please, read and review. all comments are helpful, and if you could suggest some titles for my story i would really appreciate it. Thanks. Hope you like it.
I sat on the deck, feeling the warm sun on my face and the wind in my hair. I listened to the arguing coming from my two best friends, Alaina, and Emily. They were arguing about some guy looking at one of them. I rolled my eyes and laughed quietly to myself. And they wonder why I keep secrets from them, I thought as I twirled my wavy reddish-brown hair around my fingers, my thin, pasty fingers knowingly moving to catch a hold of my hair. I looked down at the sea, barely able to make out my face. I gazed at the grey-green eyes that stared back at me, my eyes.
Suddenly, I realized that everything was quiet, the arguing had stopped. I looked up to make sure they hadn't thrown each other overboard… Again. They stood there staring at the sky. All of a sudden, I noticed that the sky had turned dark and ominous, the waves, choppy and angry. "I think you annoyed the sea with your dumb arguing," I teased. "Oh shut it, Thalia," Emily snapped, trying hard to suppress a grin. I smirked at her.
We all jumped as a crash of lightning and thunder struck the sky. All at once, rain started pouring down. The rain crashed so hard on us that it felt like rocks were pelting us. The sky was lit up with beautiful, but frightening lightning.
"Come on! We need to get below deck," I managed to scream over the roaring waves and rain. They didn't need to be told twice. We all scrambled to the door, pushing and shoving each other. As soon as the door was thrown open, we fell inside, gasping for breath. I kicked the door shut when I realized it was still open.
I got up to get the towels but the wild rocking of the boat sent me flying into the ball and back onto the floor. I winced in pain as I rubbed my now bruised shoulder. I looked over to Alaina and Emily, hoping they might have fewer problems. Unfortunately, my hopes were crushed as Emily's blond, almost white; hair was plastered to her face like a mask, so that she couldn't see. She slipped on the wet floor and landed flat on her butt. She landed so hard it hurt just watching. Alaina's great balance from gymnastics didn't even help. So, she plopped back down, frustrated.
Suddenly, her face lit up. She took her lime green ponytail holder off her wrist and tied her dirty-blonde hair in a ponytail. Her blue-green eyes sparked with determination. She went straight from her cross-legged sitting position into a cartwheel. She bounced up and did a summer salt in mid-air towards the towels. Alaina landed perfectly, but had to thrust her hand to the shelf to hold herself up as the boat lurched violently. After steadying herself, she grabbed three towels and three life jackets.
Life jackets, good thinking, Laine, I thought to myself. She lowered herself down to her knees. She then slid her life jacket on, then turned towards me and tossed two towels and two life jackets. I caught both towels in one hand and one of the life jackets in the other hand, the other life jacket bounced off my head. I glared at her, and she smiled innocently. Holding her towel, Alaina stood back up and waited a few second for the boat to steady a little. When it did, she proceeded to do a double back hand spring back over to us and dropped back down beside me, breathing hard, but smiling victoriously.
"Show off," I muttered. She stuck her tongue out at me, I just laughed. I handed Emily her life jacket and towel, the strapped my own life jacket on and wrapped my towel around myself.
I caught a glimpse of a tear in Emily's beautiful, ocean-blue eyes. She saw me watching her, apparently seeing the concern in my face, and furiously wiped it away. I scooted over to her and put my arm around her, she laid her head on my bruised shoulder; I didn't push her away though. As soon as she did, she started crying softly, making no effort to hide her tears.
It was obvious that she was scared, we all were. All of us, shivering, lay down on the soaked, hard tile floor. Alaina came over and lay on the other side of Emily. "You okay, Em," Alaina asked, softly. Emily took a deep, shaky breath, "Yeah," she managed to whisper. I closed my eyes and listened to the storm billowing outside. Sometime during the night, I fell into a dreamless fitful sleep.