“Stop running around the pool!” She blew a faint whistle to call attention to the frantic children splashing in the water daring Jason to cannon ball.
“If I have to tell you one more time, I’m sitting you in the bleachers,” she struggled to vocalize above the high-pitched squeals.
“Mrs. Halton, can I come out of time-out now?”
She nodded, and Ronnie sprinted toward where Jason was preparing to jump.
“Don’t!”
But his heel had already slipped, his head slammed against the tile. Jason’s knees buckled as Ronnie crashed into him, and they both tumbled into the clear blue water.
—Nortina
Dive into this week’s prompt for Literary Lion…
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Ouch. My macabre side thinks this could be a very bitter end, but my optimistic side is hoping for just a few bruises!
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Haha! Yes, just a few bruises to remind them what happens when they don’t listen to teacher. 🙂
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Oh dear! I hope the teacher knows how to swim! Great story!
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I know right! Where’s the lifeguard though? Haha!
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Hahaha! No kidding!
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