Tubing

It was a hot, summer day on July 12, 2014 in Columbus, Indiana. My family and I loved to go boating on hot days like these. Neverless, my dad brought out the boat and told us to get ready. We all sqealded and ran upstairs. When we finally got to the lake and were in the water we decided to go tubing. My sister was on the left, my brother was on the right, and I was in the middle. We started out slow and got faster, faster, and faster! Then we yelled, “Zig Zag!” And my dad started turning the boat left and right, left and right, until finally we were speeding on top of the green, vast lake. Then out of the distance I saw another boat. Yes, it’s normal for other boats to be on a lake but this one was different. This one was speeding through the water, past all the other boats heading straight towards us. When it got close enough I saw the drivers face, it was dark and sunburned, he had emerald green eyes and a long pointed nose. His lips were tightly pushed together. Then out of the blue he hit the tube! My sister went flying off along with my brother. I start to sink. My life jacket gracefully slips off my body and starts bobbing at the top. I keep sinking. I hear muffled screams and yells, whistles and horns but I just keep sinking. Everything turns black. Silent. I’m gone.