The Deadly Seal
“Go Svea!” Cheered my mom from inside our speedboat. “Yes!”
I thought. “I HAVE DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE!” And I sort of had, at least for me.
Getting up on a wakeboard for the fist time had proven super difficult. And I
had done it. “WOOOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!” I screamed victoriously. “Good Job Svea!” My
dad called. I stared out to the vast ocean beyond me. Every thing seemed so
peaceful. The wind whipped my hair into
my face and I was blinded. No big deal. But I panicked. I tried to shake the
hair from my face but that only caused me to lose balance. The front of my
wakeboard dug into the water. The powerful force caused me to flip into the
water headfirst. Almost like the water
was a giant magnet and I was a mere piece of iron. Oof! Well that sure knocked
the wind out of me. I tried to inhale, forgetting I was underwater. KCHKCHK! “Oh great.” I thought. “There goes my life.” As my head rose to the surface, I
coughed and hacked and gagged and whatever you can imagine to force that water
from my lungs. I waved my hand to show that I was semi-okay. At least, I was…
until I saw the bubbles coming from beneath my wakeboard. Now, you must know,
that any normal person would be thrilled to swim with a cute, little, harmless,
harbor seal. But I’m not exactly normal. My ear-splitting shriek could be heard 3 miles up the coast. And oh boy did I shriek. I
screamed, yelled, and, well… shrieked. My dad (driving the boat) turned back
around towards me so fast, even the water was scared. “What’s wrong?” “Are you
okay?” “Where does it hurt?” With all these concerned shouts, you would have
thought I was the Queen of England who had just fallen flat on her face. But I
didn’t hear any of ‘em, I was shrieking too loud. I eventually got pulled back
into the boat and dried off. Boy oh boy! I’m sure I saw I my life
flash before my very own blue eyes.
