The Inexplicable Exploits of the Dork Corps

Part I - Aquastrophe

     A calloused hand gripped her shoulder and pulled her up. She could still hear her brother laughing, he was still laughing, still laugh-

     "STOP LAUGHING!" She screamed, And she turned around to see her brother right behind her. She took a wild swing at his face and felt something crack.

     "What the Hell Nemesis!? It was just a stupid joke!" shouted her brother. But it wasn't her brother anymore, it was Carter, one hand over his dripping red nose. The blood stained the water red. "What the Hell?" He cried.

     She sucked in a cold breath and shoved him aside with trembling hands and stormed out of the water and up the shore, paying no heed to the pleading yells of her friends. Her sopping curly hair fell into her eyes and plastered against her forehead. She moved up the slope faster than she thought possible, grabbed her shoes, hat and sunglasses and slung her bag over her shoulder. She let out a sob and bit her lip to stop any more from coming, and sprinted down the path. Back to the barracks, back to dry and alone, back to an empty house with only her memories to keep her in company. But it was better than being with the friends who had done this to her in the first place.

I see a little silhouetto of a line BREAK:

     A shuddering sob echoed around the empty training room at the barracks. Nemesis was curled up with her arms wrapped around her knees and her head buried in her arms. She preferred the open echoing space of the training room to the confines of her room, but if the others came back she might have to move back there. 

    "Shut up Nemesis," she said to herself, "Stop being pathetic and do something worth while. She was still dripping wet and shivering in her rash guard and board shorts. The air conditioned room wasn't helping either. She walked up to the computer and selected a training sequence. The emotionless computer voice said,

     "Beginning Krav Maga training sequence three." Nemesis attacked with all her might. she ripped off the head of a dummy while trying to break it neck. She screamed in frustration and threw the decapitated dummy head at the doors, which opened and hit a sheepish looking Carter in the face.

     "Get. The Hell. Out." She spat, angry and feeling especially aggressive.

     "Nemesis, I just want to say that I'm so-"

     "Shut up. Get out."

    "Nems, I'm trying to be nice!"

     "Then you shouldn't have dragged me under!"

     "I said I'm sorry Nems, for god's sake, you're the one that punched me!"

     "Oh so its my fault is it?!"

     "..."

     "Well is it!?"

     "You know what, it is your fault, if you had anything resembling a sense of humor you wouldn't have flipped out on me earlier. But I guess your sense of humor was removed in the surgery that took out any love you can have for another HUMAN BEING!" He yelled. He was flustered, spitting and gesturing wildly with his arms. Nemesis bit her lip and her eyes hardened.

     "Maybe I can't love. Maybe you're right. Now get the hell out before I do the same thing to you as I did to that Krav Maga dummy."

     "Hey, listen to me Nemesi-"

     "I said GET THE HELL OUT!" and she stepped forward raising her fists. He stepped back and slammed the door in her face. She turned around, back against the door, and sank into a ball on the ground. Her shuddering breaths sounded loud to her as she sat in the semi silence, biting her lip nearly bloody. There was a soft know on the door. "I told you  to ge- et the hell out-t Carter." she said. The sobs were punctuating her sentences and she got ready for a barb about her state of mind, but instead she heard,