The Danger Of Pollution: A Short Story
The blues matched up perfectly, making it impossible to tell the difference between the lake and the sky.That day, we ventured deeper into the forest than we ever imagined we would. My parents had always told us remain within sight of my backyard, in case one of us tripped and scraped up our knees. But we weren’t in my backyard anymore. And we didn’t care how battered and bruised our legs became. We didn’t mean to disobey my parents that afternoon. But I told him that I saw a garden snake and I wanted to follow its trail. By the time we lost sight of it, we also lost sight of my house. We froze for a few moments, wondering if we should turn back to the neck of the woods that we knew best. Then, he looked at me with an eager smile and ran in the opposite direction.
I laughed and chased after him, hollering the entire time. I lost sight of him through the thick of the trees for a few moments, but continued to run in the direction he took off. Suddenly, I could see a clearing about to pop up in front of me. I kicked my legs up higher, running as fast as my little feet would allow me. I shouted for my friend, calling to him so he could find me. Just as I lunged myself into the clearing, my friend’s arm emerged in front of me and brought me to a halt, and not a moment too soon.
Our feet rested on the edge of a vast lake. It stretched on and on, past our eyes and out of our sight from all around. It sparkled under the summer sun. The coast would cut into the lake at little points, blocking some of its sides from our view. However, nothing could stop the lake from merging with the cloudless horizon. The blues matched up perfectly, making it impossible to tell the difference between the lake and the sky. We remained mesmerized for what felt like hours.Suddenly, my friend plopped down next to me and began to unlace his sneakers. I followed his lead and did the same. I waded my feet in the cool water, moving them lightly back and forth. And then he pushed me in. I fell onto my side; the shallow water washed over me. I laughed as I sat up, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in too. He fell in next to me, water covering his entire face. He reemerged and sprayed water at me from his little cheeks. I covered my face with my arms, protecting it from his shower. Bringing my arms down as hard as I could, I drenched him in waves of splashes. Our laughter could not be contained as playful splashes and little fishes nibbling on our toes. Finally, we decided that it was time to go home .
story written by aksharaa.s
