the rescue

“Go get help, quick!” I commanded my six-year-old brother Nicholas. Nicholas nodded his chubby little face and took off, while I slithered onto the ice. I inched my way to where the hole was, and where the three boys fell. It seemed to take forever, but I couldn’t stand up or I’d fall in myself. I got to the hole and reached my hand in. I felt nothing. I put my face in to see if I could see anything. Nothing. I decided I had to go in. I slowly turned around, and then . . .
“Ahh!” I screamed as I fell in. The water was freezing like a thousand bees stinging you all at once. Before I knew it I was back up. My hockey stick had saved me from drifting away. I opened my eyes and saw Conner McAnthony face down in the water. I reached out my legs and caught him by the arm. I wheeled him back in and pushed him to the surface. His lips were blue and his eyes were closed.
I put him up on the ice, stomach down, hoping he wouldn’t fall in again.
I went down again (this time with two hockey sticks). I went to the right holding onto Conner’s hockey stick (since his was slightly longer). I had attached his to mine and mine was on the ice. My tangled brown hair got in my eyes and I couldn’t see. I couldn’t wipe it away for fear I might lose the hockey stick. I saw Shinji Wilson up ahead frantically searching for something to hang onto. I quickly made my way toward him, and he grabbed my hand. I swam with all my might toward the hole. When we finally reached there, Shinji was out cold too. I sighed. Morgan was left. The most obnoxious one of them all. I slowly swam ahead. I didn’t see him. I was about to give up when I saw him about fifteen feet away. He also had his face in the water and wasn’t moving at all. I grabbed him, but his foot was caught in some weed. I pulled and pulled with my one free hand, but I knew I’d need two. I took a deep breath and let go of the stick. I swam toward him, pulling his leg free. I grabbed the hockey stick, but I was out of breath. I banged frantically on the ice with the hockey stick with all my might. Finally it broke. I never thought I’d see the sun again, with its bright yellow color! I was smiling. I brought Morgan to the surface, where firefighters had already taken in Shinji and Conner.
The next thing I knew I was packed under five layers of blankets and in a sweatshirt and jeans. I was in the hospital with an oxygen tank and tubes up my nose (trust me, it wasn’t a pretty sight). I saw my parents and Nick pacing around outside my door and I smiled. They were divorced and I had never seen them go a minute without fighting since the divorce. With them were my stepmother Vicki and my stepfather Frankie and my half-sister Lyndsei. Lyndsei saw me first and cried out, “She’s awake, she’s awake!” in her adorable three-year-old voice. My parents ran in, followed by Nick and everyone else.
“Hi, honey,” smiled my mom.
“Hi, Mom,” I said drowsily. Everyone said “Hi,” and then it started.
“How could you be so stupid?” yelled my dad, kissing me.
“That was very wrong; you could have died,” scowled my mother.
I looked at them, from one face to another.
“They were going to die if I didn’t help them, and plus the nearest help was about a mile away. I don’t know how Nicholas ran a mile in such a short time, but still I had to,” I said, taking a blanket off.
Vicki put it back on. “You need to keep it on,” she informed me. I grumbled. I was getting hot.
“How are the boys?” I asked.
“Conner’s fine,” informed Frankie. “He woke up almost immediately after you saved him, and Shinji’ll be just fine after they run some tests on him.”
“How about Morgan?” I asked.
Nobody answered.
“He’s in a coma,” blurted out Lyndsei.
I looked at my parents.
“He’s OK,” my mom said reassuringly. “He just had a minor seizure.”
“So he’s not in a coma?”
“No,” said my father.
“Is he awake?”
“Not yet. The doctors say any minute now.”
It’s been one year since the accident.
I won the “Hero” prize for my town for saving three people’s lives. Morgan woke up about thirty minutes after my parents told me. Now we’re all best friends!

The end