Wilson Lives

Wilson didn't die!! I could have cheered!! One day as I was walking around the beach, bored, and I saw Wilson out floating in the ocean. I let out a whoop of joy! I ran into the ocean, against the hard wake.

"Wilson! Wilson!" I called, expecting him the answer.

The smushed volleyball flew over the waves. I tackled it, falling in the ocean, and the volleyball beginning to float.

"Wilson!" I cried underwater, bubbles issuing from my mouth. I pushed myself of the sandbar and searched around for that big, white ball of joy, also known as Wilson.

The ball floated towards me and I muffled a scream of joy. I ran as best I could through to water towards the ball. I just about reached him.

I woke up, lying on the beach.

I wiped the drool from my face and the sand stuck to the drool. I peered out at the ocean, expecting to see the white volleyball.

Nothing.

Just the surf. I stared out, and I felt especially cheery. The thought of Wilson being alive thrilled me.