After the successful afternoon of shopping, my best friend Matilda and I headed back to the cottage from the unbearable heat and were dying for a swim; it was the perfect escape from ninety-eight degree heat. In a quick few seconds, we had our bathing suits on and headed toward the beach. As we splashed into the crystal blue ocean, the water was so perfect. The waves rolled in each as strong and bold as the last. It brought music to my ears, as I remember the happy memories of my childhood. Since a young girl, I had always loved the ocean. The beauty and the vastness of the ocean always has taken my breath away. As I dove beneath the surface, threatening to never to be seen again, only the painful desire of air forced my body to the surface where I quickly regained my breath. The current of the waves, countiningly brought me farther into the ocean. As I looked up, I realized how far the beach shores was from me. Making a wise decision, I decided to head back closer to shore. My friend Matilda was a couple feet ahead of me, when suddenly she screamed. I turned around looking for what had possibly frightened her. I laughed to myself, thinking that it was just a fish, but when I saw the horror on her face, I knew that something was seriously wrong. With not enough time to ask, I was pulled beneath the surface, taking my final gulp of air. Staying calm, I realized that I was being attacked by a great white shark.
By now, I was dangling against the side of the shark’s body, out of breath and shocked. I tried to desperately push myself up, but for some reason my right leg wouldn’t move. I looked down and saw why: everything below was in the shark’s mouth. With anger I tried to pry myself free, but the shark only bit down harder, shaking its head back and forth tossing me around like a rag doll. “I not going to die without a fight” I thought. I started attacking the shark with all my remaining strength, by punching his nose and grabbing his eyes, until it finally released me. My head was now pounding, and every cell in my body was screaming for oxygen. With one last amount of strength I thrust myself back to the surface. I looked into the horizon, where I saw rescue boats coming for me. I began to see red and black splotches dance in front of me and before long darkness enclosed me into a deep sleep.
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I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep sound you hear often in the hospital indicating that I was alive. I slowly started blinking, desperately trying to open my eyes to see what was around me. Where am I? I closed my eyes trying to remember what had happened. Then it hit me with a bang, and my memory started to replay. In confusion, I tried to get up, but nothing would move. Removing my bed sheet, I looked in astonishment and dismay; I had lost my entire leg. I put my head between my knees and began to cry sorrowfully. I felt a pair of hands enclosing me into a big warm hug; it was my Mom. I tightly grasped her waist and pulled her onto the bed, where we sat in silence cuddling for each others warmth.
“Honey, we will get through this together,” whispered my mom into my ear, as she broke the silence. “I promise!” she formed me into another one of her big bear hugs.
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My shark attack had gone all over the news. I received so many presents and cards from many thoughtful people. My team had come in wishing their condolences, and said they would be there for me. My best friend Matilda, came in with tears, feeling that it was all her fault, but she was the one that saved my life. If it wasn’t for her, I would be in the bottom of the ocean. Today was Friday, and it was the final champion soccer game.
