Tess woke up with a start. She had the worst dream ever. It was about falling into the lake. But, then again, she thought to herself, thinking of the person who had saved her, it wasn't that bad. Suddenly she realized that her close were wet. Then it hit her. It hadn't been a dream. She had really been rescued. Hope bloomed inside of her like a flower. Somebody cares enough to save me she thought. But who was it? Tess thought back . She strained her memory but couldn't think of the face she had seen. Come on Tess, now isn't the time to forget she scolded herself. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember the face.
She looked around, but there was no one in her cabin. She felt like screaming. She went through a list of campers in her mind: Shane. She laughed out loud. He would have watched her drown. Jason. He probably would have tried to ask her what's wrong before realizing that she was drowning. Ummm…… She thought hard. What's the other one's name? Nate. Maybe she thought.
Then she realized that she was shivering. She got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. By the time she was stepping into the warm water, she was shaking uncontrollably. Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? She kept on thinking to herself, getting angrier and angrier. When she was shampooing she scrubbed down to her scalp. She had forgotten about what had happened two days ago. Letting out a cry of pain, she looked at her hands. They were covered in blood. Shit she cursed herself. Her head was bleeding again. Aren't I smart? she thought sarcastically.
She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. Then she took out her blow drier and began blow drying her hair and scalp. Soon there was blood crusted around the wound again. With a satisfied sigh she took her hair drier and wound the cord around it again. Then she realized that she was freezing. Quickly she went into the main cabin and put on her warmest P.J.'s, wich, unfortunately, consisted of a pair of short shorts and a short-sleeved tee shirt. The clock read 2:00 AM, so Tess crawled back into bed and piled on the covers. Finally she drifted off into a deep sleep.
Shane's Cabin
What have I done? Shane thought desperately. He had been in the woods when he heard the first scream, but he just brushed it off. Then he heard the second scream a while later and ran in the general direction that it had come from. When he saw Tess in the lake he contemplated leaving her there. But then suddenly he remembered something."
"Tess, jump in, the water's nice today!" Ella shouted to her friend, who was dangling her legs from the dock. It was three years ago, the day after final jam. Most of the campers were in the water already. "Yah, jump on in!" Shouted Peggy from her little floty- doughnut thingy. "Umm, well, you see-" Tess started, but was cut off when someone pushed her in the water. She screamed as she went under. They all laughed at her, but stopped short when they realized she wasn't coming back up. Shane, Nate, and Jason exchanged glances and went under searching for Tess. Shane couldn't find Tess anywhere he looked. By that time more people were looking for her. It had to have been at least one minute by now. The next time he resurfaced, he saw a very pale Tess in Jason's arms. Oh crap he thought. Jason heaved Tess onto the dock. "Who knows CPR?" Nate asked frantically. "I took a class at the "Y" a few years ago," Peggy said as she swam to the dock. For a few minutes as Peggy performed CPR no one spoke. And with a shuddering gasp Tess' eyes opened and she sat up, coughing up water. They all seemed to breath again. "How are you Tess?" Ella asked gently. "I will wring whoever pushed me into the water's neck," she joked shakily. They all smiled. She was O.K.
"Shane? Shane?" the words shattered his memory. "Huh?" Shane said dumbly. He looked up and saw Nates' concerned face looking back at him. "What's up with you, dude? I mean, seriously. We were talking about how to approach the label with Play My Music. I was thinking we could record it and give them a CD." "But I think we should do something more dramatic," interrupted a voice, and for the first time he noticed Jason was there, too. "So maybe," Jason continued "We could invite them here and perform the song like we did for Beach Jam, right? Then they'll know that other people do like it" Nate looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know what? That's actually a pretty good idea. What do you think Shane?" Nate turned toward me. "O.K.," he agreed with as much enthusiasm he could manage. "I'll go talk to Brown." Nate said, and walked out. "I'll go with you!" Jason declared. "You want to come to?" he asked. "Naw, I'll stay here," Shane told him. "Okey dokie," Jason said.
When Shane was sure they were gone he paced around his cabin. He truly hated Tess Tyler. So why had he saved her? He honestly had no idea. With a groan he spread out across his bed. O.K. so saving her was fine, he wouldn't want anyone to die, even if he didn't really like them, but what about what about what he had done after that.
He could have just left her by the river when he knew that she was alive, but her had taken her to her cabin. He had tucked her into her bed, to embarrassed to change her into clean clothes, so her just put more blankets that he'd found in her bags on top of her. Then he left her noticed a giant bruise on her cheek. What had happened? Had she crashed into something before he'd gotten there? He hadn't seen it on her face this morning, had he? No, he was pretty sure he hadn't. It made him wonder…. He'd walked over and traced the bruise gently with his fingers. Tess winced and shifted in her bed. Then Shane had done the weirdest thing ever. He started singing his favorite lullaby.
May all your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun
May you always have stars in your eyes
May you not stop running on until your race is won
May you always have blue skies
A dream is something all your own to keep within your heart
To build on when you're glad or when your world's been torn apart
A dream is something all your own that no one else can steal
A dream is something you can make come real
May all your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun
May you always have stars in your eyes
May you not stop running on until your race is won
May you always have blue skies
Now you can share a laugh with any stranger on the street
And you can share your money with a beggar on the street
But you can only share your dream when love has set it free
So please, won't you share yours with me?
May all your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun
May you always have stars in your eyes
May you not stop running on until your race is won
May you always have blue skies
His mother always used to sing that song to him until he was about five, when he'd insisted that he was to old for that.
I the present Shane sighed. The world was way to confusing, that's what he thought.
Yay! Another chapter up! Please, please review. You have no idea how happy one review makes me. (Still not sure if I want to make this a shess, so offer your opinion, please). Thank you so, so much for reading this. The song is from a childrin's luliby site. (I own nothing!)