Water Girl :: Original Writing

Anne stood on the beach, paralysed with fear. Around her she could vaguely take heed the sound of her gets terrified screams. She knew there was something she had to do, but her drumhead was blank, and her legs wouldnt move. Then, a memory filled her mind. A horrible memory...She was standing(a) on another(prenominal) beach, a sm all, cold beach. Preparing to go into the pissing for a swim, when she heard a scream. Looking up, she saw her best friend, Amelia, wave her distribute frantically, and then she went under. At first, Anne thought it was a joke. "Huh, just like Amelia to do something like this". still when her friend didnt resurface, Anne started to panic. She started running, and then swam, for her friends life depended on it. The current was so strong. Annes mind was swirling. What was she difference to do? The water kept pulling her back towards the shore. Then Anne caught a glimpse of Amelia, cosmos swept away into the vast oceanA few days later, Anne wa s standing on the alter of St. Brigids church, breeding a special numbers that she had written in the memory of Amelia. As she was reading the second rhythm ,when a verge of tears suddenly water-washed over her, and she knew she couldnt go on. She finally whispered, "I love you Amelia, interest forgive me", in the beginning running transfer the alter...Annes superficial brother, Joe, was playing on the beach, edifice a sand-castle. Nobody noticed when he toddled off into the water. Suddenly, his mother started hollo at the top of her lungs. "Joe Oh my God, Joe" Every body looked to where she was pointing. legitimate enough, there was Joe, a good bit out from the shore. And he was in trouble. Suddenly, Annes memories of Joe came inundate back. His laugh, his little cheeky smile. She loved her little brother, with all her might .She had to do something And fastAnne raced towards the water. She swam with fast, powerful strokes. She could see Joes little face bobbing in the water. Then for a moment it disappeared. Finally she reached the espy where he went down. weewee Girl Original Writing Anne stood on the beach, paralysed with fear. Around her she could vaguely hear the sound of her mothers terrified screams. She knew there was something she had to do, but her mind was blank, and her legs wouldnt move. Then, a memory filled her mind. A horrible memory...She was standing on another beach, a small, cold beach. Preparing to go into the water for a swim, when she heard a scream. Looking up, she saw her best friend, Amelia, wave her hand frantically, and then she went under. At first, Anne thought it was a joke. "Huh, just like Amelia to do something like this". But when her friend didnt resurface, Anne started to panic. She started running, and then swam, for her friends life depended on it. The current was so strong. Annes mind was swirling. What was she going to do? The water kept pulling her back towards the shore. Then Anne caught a glimpse of Amelia, being swept away into the vast oceanA few days later, Anne was standing on the alter of St. Brigids church, reading a special poem that she had written in the memory of Amelia. As she was reading the second verse ,when a verge of tears suddenly washed over her, and she knew she couldnt go on. She finally whispered, "I love you Amelia, please forgive me", before running off the alter...Annes little brother, Joe, was playing on the beach, building a sand-castle. Nobody noticed when he toddled off into the water. Suddenly, his mother started screaming at the top of her lungs. "Joe Oh my God, Joe" Every body looked to where she was pointing. Sure enough, there was Joe, a good bit out from the shore. And he was in trouble. Suddenly, Annes memories of Joe came flooding back. His laugh, his little cheeky smile. She loved her little brother, with all her might .She had to do something And fastAnne raced towards the water. She swam with fast, powe rful strokes. She could see Joes little face bobbing in the water. Then for a moment it disappeared. Finally she reached the spot where he went down.