For this installment of the Literary Corner, The author was given a list of images to choose from, including a pair of baby shoes, a torn photograph, an oxygen tank, and a fishing rod , and was inspired to write the following piece.
As the freezing cold sea water increasingly crept into the bottom of the boat, the racing beat of Jolie’s heart kept up right with it. Not a single soul on deck had a clue where she was hiding--not that a single soul cared. Maybe throwing the prime minister’s snub-infested daughter overboard into the January-tempt water wasn’t the greatest idea, thought a shivering Jolie.
Less than an hour ago, the Hightower Yacht, owned by Jolie’s grandparents, was hit by a underwater grenade, causing everyone from the Prime Minister of Spain to the President of the United States to evacuate the boat. Everyone, that is, except for Jolie. Jolie managed to sneak to the bottom of the yacht ( which has 3 levels), and hide out of anger and embarrassment underneath a blue and green metal shelf holding cleaning supplies. As time passed on, Jolie shivered and shook more and more as the freezing cold water rose up higher and higher on her body, nearly drowning her. Sucking in a quick deep breath, Jolie dunked herself underwater. A shock of panic and a mixed rush of cold and adrenaline filled Jolie’s body, head to toe, ear to ear.
With no time to spare, Jolie began to swim in the 30 degree water. Opening her eyes, Jolie could only point out blurred figures--no clear images. With limited breath and even littler hope, Jolie stretched for the wall, hoping to find anything to break the round windows of the boat. Falling in and out of consciousness, Jolie gave one last feel against the wall, desperately praying for any sign of survival. With one last breath, she could feel an object on a hook. This object, latched around the sharp hook, was indeed the answer Jolie was searching for, an oxygen tank.
-by Lauren Bergner
Less than an hour ago, the Hightower Yacht, owned by Jolie’s grandparents, was hit by a underwater grenade, causing everyone from the Prime Minister of Spain to the President of the United States to evacuate the boat. Everyone, that is, except for Jolie. Jolie managed to sneak to the bottom of the yacht ( which has 3 levels), and hide out of anger and embarrassment underneath a blue and green metal shelf holding cleaning supplies. As time passed on, Jolie shivered and shook more and more as the freezing cold water rose up higher and higher on her body, nearly drowning her. Sucking in a quick deep breath, Jolie dunked herself underwater. A shock of panic and a mixed rush of cold and adrenaline filled Jolie’s body, head to toe, ear to ear.
With no time to spare, Jolie began to swim in the 30 degree water. Opening her eyes, Jolie could only point out blurred figures--no clear images. With limited breath and even littler hope, Jolie stretched for the wall, hoping to find anything to break the round windows of the boat. Falling in and out of consciousness, Jolie gave one last feel against the wall, desperately praying for any sign of survival. With one last breath, she could feel an object on a hook. This object, latched around the sharp hook, was indeed the answer Jolie was searching for, an oxygen tank.
-by Lauren Bergner
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