Lakes

By Johnny Wilson

I have loved lakes my whole life and always will. My family and I all live in Tahoe and live there up near the mountains. Last summer was the most frightening summer of my life. My family and I had been hiking on a trail when all of a sudden we found a huge hole. The hole was about five feet deep and my parents weren’t very smart, so they let us explore. We hopped in and realized that it wasn’t a hole but an underground lake. We swam, the water was so warm. I lay in the water on my back, letting the water carry me, when I noticed a current drifting me away. When I had finally noticed, it was too late. My family was out of sight and I had just been thrown onto shore from a wave. I was cold, soaked, and scared. I knew I had to get out of there and get back to my parents. I decided to take off my shoes and try to dig a hole out of there. Surprisingly, it was very soft dirt and I dug a hole out in no time. When I was out I ran all the way back to my house, but my family wasn’t there. In fact when I had ran into town there was nobody there. I passed by the cemetery and found everyone there. I came over shouting to them, but nobody answered or even looked. I went over and saw my body being lowered into a grave. Then I realized it was my grave for the headstone read: "Here Lies Jered Spiter. He died in a rough river and drowned ten years ago." I then realized I had been dying for the past ten years. That's how I died.