Jane's Love

I was seventeen then, happily watching Best friends With benefit with my two best friends, Rita and Claire. Rita was a striking girl, tall and statuesque, not lovely but with her expressive dark eyes she was arresting, especially when she smiles humor touched her face. she was eighteen years which makes her the oldest among us.

"I'm bored, I feel like taking a walk right now". Rita said crisply.

"Me too". Claire agreed.

Claire on the other hand had never been called a beauty. She was not unattractive, there were times when she was smiling she had a sort of quiet prettiness. Her eyes were large and warm and lovely but were rarely noticed because of the spectacles she wore. She generally wore the dullest and plainest of dresses no matter how many times we had urged her to have a pretty dress that enhanced the tones of her skin, she never listen.

I on the other hand was a girl of vivid beauty through what people says and my mirror. My hair not so long but dark and lovely also with a well modelled face and form.

We strolled down town and found ourselves near a beach, we decided to have a little fun.

I took the flats that I was wearing and held it with my fingers. I started strolling by the shore getting my bare feet soaked. I have always loved the feeling of the sea water splashing on my body, I love the temperature of the water so I jumped in.

I float through the water without touching the bottom. I felt so relaxed and didn't realised when my head hit something. I can't tell what it was, all I know is that I was drowning. I tried shouting but nothing came out. It seems as if my mouth was still and everything else went blank .