Trista Bergstrom

A Pond of Time

She woke up that morning and she could feel the chill in the air. Feeling the brisk air, she knew that meant a fresh layer or more of snow and she refused to open her eyes. Even in April, it was still basically winter up in the mountains. Not opening her eyes, helped make it less real. She could stay in that dreamful state and feel the sun on her skin on the beach looking at the ocean and that big ship, she wondered if it was a pirate ship. She wasn't entirely sure where she was but she loved it there, somehow it felt like home. She knew that her parents would be ice fishing on the pond, and she hated it there. Ever since her brother drowned in the pond three years ago, she despised going out there. Her parents said that they felt more connected to him there, she only felt anger.