Frantic Inside Grand Caves
2: Prank?
"Is this a prank?" I said angrily, burying my face in my hands.
"No! Of course not! Sure, I'd play a light joke on you, but not a red alert about a person! Especially Emily!" Shona blubbered, swimming around in circles in the freezing cold water under my window.
"Okay," I said, showing my face again, "Do her parents know?"
Shona nodded. "Knowing how Emily loves adventure, you'd think I'd be worried if she went missing? Her parents said…"
"What did her parents say?" I yelled, thrusting my head out of the window.
Shona looked down. "You'd better see for yourself."
So I pulled some jeans (black) over my PJs and slipped into a sweater (navy blue) and, leaving a note for Mum on my pillow, I opened the door and slid down the ramp on the side of the King (unlike Millie's and Emily's boat, my boat wasn't half-submerged. We just had a ramp, as mentioned, to slide down on).
Shona was impatiently waiting for me and my tail to get ready. When I said I was set, we swam in the general direction o Emily's boat, the Fortuna, and while we sped along, a series of thoughts ran through my head.
What could have happened to Emily?
Was she (Gulp) kidnapped?
Was this just another one of her pranks?
Why was I so worried about her? I mean, aside from being a friend? She'd survived severe peril thrice already.
I knew I had a severe crush on Emily. But it wasn't the kind of crush where you get nervous around the girl and you dream about her from a distance. No. we were great friends. We were always comfortable with each other.
And I thought Emily liked me, too. I mean she probably did. But I wondered if it wasn't time to move on.
Look around Allpoints Island.
Marina, a friend of ours, had gone with Charlie WavesFlipper to the mid summer dance.
Althea, Marina's best friend, was already eyed by the blond pizza delivery boy, Jasper Shell.
Probably Emily and I, the two of a few semi-mers around, were the only semi-in a relationship kids around. We sometimes held hands, but we argued, too. We laughed and didn't get embarrassed if we acted like fools, and I know you want to be perfect for a girlfriend.
But, come to think about it, I wasn't comfortable with the hand-in-her-back-pocket thing, too. Dates maybe. Extreme making out, only when we really needed it (maybe only once a year).
But then, I wondered if Emily really liked me. Maybe she even loved me, though that was a slim chance. She'd never acted like it. I could only hope so.
