Water

Date: 1/7/2018

I was walking the halls of a school. I turned into a room and sat at one of the desks, only to stand up three minutes later. Me and this girl were standing at a machine that produced a donut breakfast. She got a long vanilla donut. I ordered mine, a simple chocolate donut with sprinkles but my friend Tyler kept pushing them to the floor, saying I didn't deserve any. I was getting self conscious and left both of them behind. I roamed the halls again and found the girl. We walked around for a bit until the vice principal of my elementary school found us. “Find out what those Squinkies are selling.” She said and we went into a backroom full of stuff. We passed a layer of guards and got into a strangely nearly empty room that was rather dark. It was like being in a small section of a grocery store, which is really big. The girl disappeared and I found a giant pool that was long and narrow and actually pretty deep. I crawled on the tarp that was as hard as a rock. Suddenly, it gave way and I fell in with a little screech. I get out and am now at the main part of the pool. Somewhere, measuring cups had fallen in. I sighed and jumped in again and got all of them that were floating, as I didn't want to dive down. The water seemed foreign, dangerous. I turned and behind the small diving board was a man with dreadlocks. “Can you help me?” I asked. He shook his head. “You have to do this. You have to conquer your fear-” he was still blabbing on. “I have done this in Team.” I interrupted him and dove down to get a ¼ measuring cup. The water was super bright and clear. There were four pairs of legs. I didn't find the measuring cup I was going for but instead, a little guy made of pipe cleaners. Someone was holding me under. I thrust the pipe cleaner man up and out of water, the hands leaving my head. It was a little boy in a blue striped shirt and blonde hair. He had deep brown eyes. He shook his head. “Have you seen a little red car?” A girl next to him asked. She had brown hair, and that's all I knew. “No-” The boy, with a surprising grip and strong muscle, pushed me underwater by my head and held me there. I took out my phone and texted the dreadlock man for help. He replied with no. I was swallowing water now, trying desperately to get out of this boy's grasp. Help. I texted him one last time and drew my last breath before falling limp and floating. I had drowned.