Revenge is served better when you’re wet- By Dilsha XI A

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It was the summer vacation when I was in 3rd grade. Among my childish list of things` I will learn’ was to learn how to swim. Well the universe was not conspiring to fulfill that wish. I kept staring at my deflated floatation tube, as if that will fix the hole on it.

I was so stubborn in those days that I said I didn’t want a floatation tube and that I was a big girl. Typical kid drama. So I packed my swimming clothes and with my family headed to the beach. My family had Mom, Dad, Uncle and my one and only annoying brother.

I was the first to jump into the salty sea. The water cooled down the summer heat and I was on cloud 9.  My, oh so dear, brother started his taunting from the shore saying I couldn’t swim. Trust me, even he couldn’t swim and he was elder than me. At least I was brave enough to get in the water. Nevertheless his taunting got on my nerves and I kept going deeper to the sea.

After like 10 leaps, my feet slipped of the sand. I couldn’t find any ground. My heart skipped a beat. I looked towards the shore only to find my family busy. At first I thought it was because I was short. Then I realized it was a cliff under the water. There was no ground other than that on the shore. I was dumb but not that dumb to not know what will happen if I panic.

Before I knew it I had floated really far from the shore. I screamed with whatever air I had left in my lungs and went under the water. When I came up for air I heard a buzz of a motor, growing louder by the second. Barely keeping my head above the water, I turned to my left and saw a speed boat heading towards me. I heard my heart pounding in my ears. From the corner of my eye I saw my Dad and Uncle diving towards me. I went under again. I felt something hiss by my head.

Silence and darkness evaded my senses. I felt pain thrusting on my abdomen and water gushing out my mouth. When I opened my eyes I saw my 12 year old brother sitting on me and taking out his revenge on his 8 year old sister. He couldn’t have picked a better time to finish old tasks.

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