Lake Shaste: A Short Story

I knew I wouldn’t make it to the top of the murky, warm and brown waters. I could feel the oxygen being released quickly from my lungs and bubbles swiftly skimming my skin as I slowly reached the bottom of the lake. I heard the faint cries for help and loud splashing as my sight becomes blurred. I felt someone’s hands grab mine and pull me onto the grainy dusty dirt. My vision comes back and I feel everyone’s eyes on me. They all immediately start laughing at me as I stood up and brushed the dirt off of me, feeling something tightly clutch my body.
Two days ago I found out I was going houseboating with the rest of my large family in Lake Shasta. My mom, dad, brother, and I are now taking the long ride to the lake with the rest of the family
We slowly drag all of our heavy duffle bags onto the boat and go into the rooms to unload our stuff. My dad backs out of the dock as I look out the window seeing our cars slowly get smaller and smaller until it receded from my view. I look back at everyone calmly unpacking and not worrying about the murky waters that surround them. “Dad, I forgot I don’t know how to swim.” I whisper trying not to embarrass myself. “Meg, this is how you are going to learn. If I throw you in the water right now you are gonna swim or drown. What do you want to do?” He whispered loudly. “I’m gonna swim!” I yelled. Everybody turned their heads towards me and went back to what they were doing. My dad found a place to dock the boat and all my cousins ran outside to play on the shore. But there wasn’t a pull out bridge like there usually is. “Stop!” My dad yelled, “Let me get the plank they gave us to use.” Everybody backed up as my dad took the mallet, the plank, and some large nails to keep the boat in place. My dad peacefully walked across the plank it wasn’t stable so it bent a little. The boat was docked tightly to the land my family walked out happily with coolers, beach chairs, and buckets to make sand