I remember a time about two years ago when I was only twelve years old. I was playing in the deep end on hot summer day, the cool water hitting just the right spot. My brother all of a sudden jumps onto my back. Before he jumped on me I was barely keeping my head above the water. Paranoid was an understatement to what I felt. I felt like it was over, this is how I am going to die. Twelve feet under water, and by the time the lifeguard fishes me out it will already be to late.
My brother got the message about six feet down that he was drowning me. He got off pretty quik. I kicked up froggy style as fast as I could. Once my head broke the surface and I was on the safe on the wall I burst out in tears. I don't remember what happened next, but I would've taken that death over the one I got any day. I miss my brother, I miss my mom and dad. Heck I even miss my evil stepmom. If only I was with them now. I would give the world. If only I would've seen them before I was taken.