Once upon a time there was a girl named Sue. Sue was looking for some berries to pick in the woods when she came across a lovely little pond. Sue was fascinated by the pond, sitting down next to it and tossing little pebbles in the water, just to watch it ripple.
She was riveted by the little body of water until she saw a boy on the other side, fishing quietly. He was the most handsome boy she had ever seen. Sue didn’t have the courage to talk to him but she stayed at the pond, watching him until it was dark.
Before she left, she decided to come back to the pond every day just to see the boy. Each and every afternoon, Sue sat on her side of the pond, smiling dopily at the boy on the other side, who still had not seen her.
After two weeks of watching the boy fish, Sue wanted to get his attention. She wanted him to talk to her, be nice to her. She was too afraid to talk to him so she thought up a plan to get him to see her. She would jump into the water, pretend to drown and then he would save her so they could fall in love and get married.
She smiled as she walked home, smiled as she went to bed that night, and smiled when she woke up the next morning. Today she was going to get the boy’s attention.
At first Sue took her usual seat across the pond from the boy, watching him fish as usual, catching nothing but trying nonetheless. As he reeled in his lure again, Sue decided this was her moment. She stood up, a sunny smile on her rosy face, and dived into the water.
When she came up for air in the center of the pod, she found it kind of hard to get to the surface. Her wet dress was dragging her down but she broke the surface anyway and took deep gulps of air. The water was colder than she had expected and she hadn’t realized how dirty it was. She forced back her shivers and began to shout daintily, “Help! Help me! I can’t swim!”
The boy didn’t look at her.
“Help!” She tried, again, a little louder this time.
It was getting harder and harder to stay above the water as her saturated dress wrapped around her legs and tried to pull her down. The boy still hadn’t looked in her direction and her cries grew more shrill and panicked as her mouth dipped in and out of the water and her limbs flailed uselessly.
“Help me! Please!” Sue shouted, coughing and spluttering out slimy pond water. She managed to squeak one final plea before she was finally wrenched under the water by her heavy clothes, tiny ripples on the water’s surface marking her final moments. Sue didn’t come back up for air.
The boy smiled as he reeled in his first fish ever later that day. He hurried home to show it to his parents. He lived happily ever after.
THE END
