The day started sunny and hot. The boy begged his mother to let him go swimming down in the river. By the time he was in the water, the grey clouds had settled and a cool breeze began to blow. He played until the water started to cool. His best friend Darla had refused to get in. But then it grew as cold as ice. The boy was about to get out when something big swims past his legs. He couldn’t see what it was in the murky water. Then something grabbed his ankle and dragged him under. Darla screamed.
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Meela Ward
A crazy dragon nerd, and a huge fantasy geek with quite the imagination. She has a big passion for writing and animating.
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