The kids stood on the boat in awe, not being able to spot their friends through the tint of the water. All of a sudden, Jordan came up to the surface. “Where’s James!?” yelled McKenzie.
Constantly sinking, while gasping for air, James found himself looking back to that morning and thinking of how great of a day it was supposed to be.
It was the last day of exams, and James and his friends were looking for a way to celebrate. Summer vacation was so close and the feeling spread through the air rapidly. Everyone was so ready to get out that they couldn’t care less about their final exam grade. Everyone, except for James’s friend, Denzel. “I think I failed my Chemistry final,” said Denzel, as he sat down in the passenger seat of James’s Beamer, scratching at his scraggly beard and adjusting his eyeglasses.
“Why do you think that?” Asked James.
“Because I guessed on at least 15 questions and there was a total of 40.” Denzel was the smartest out of the group of friends, but always seemed to let stuff bother him.
“What’s your grade in that class?” Asked James. “A 95,” said Denzel as he quickly realized how he was complaining for no reason, “But that doesn-" James quickly cut him off, “Man, if you don’t quit worrying and shut up,” jokingly punching him in the arm then cranking the car up.
It was the end of the day and they were on their way to meet their friend, Jordan, at the Chick-fil-a across the street from the school. Jordan was the crazy one out of the group. He lived life as if he were writing a script for his own movie. As they pulled into the Chick-fil-a parking lot, the constant beat of a speaker traveled through their ears and into their sould. There he was standing in the bed of his 1940 Ford F100 playing Miley Cyrus Party in the USA. “My boys!” said Jordan as he spotted them, throwing his hands up. “It’s a party! Summer time is upon us!” He stood at 6’3 with a lanky build, making him look like a one-legged air dancer on top of the truck bed.
“If you don’t get down. You’re causing a scene bro” Said Denzel.
“Let me be great dog” Responded Jordan, as he climbed down laughing, then followed his friends inside.
Once inside of the restaurant, Jordan wasted no time breaking down his plot for the night. “Okay, so I have everything set in place,” he leaned back kicking his feet up in the chair adjacent to him. “You both know Alexis, Morgan, and McKenzie, right?” Immediately James thought of the beautiful curly-haired McKenzie who he shared a calculus class with. He saw her almost every day, but never mustered up the courage to say anything. Jordan continued, “well, Morgan’s dad is letting her borrow his boat for the evening, and they asked if I had any friends that would like to tag along for a night on the river.”
James swiftly responded, “okay let’s do it. But I call dibs on McKenzie.”
“I don’t care who I get, they’re all fine,” said Denzel. James looked at Jordan and nodded his head. “You might’ve outdone yourself this time bro.”
Jordan stood up from his seat and rubbed his fingers across his bald chin as if he had chin hair. “What can I say fellas, I’m just that guy,” shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal, he began to walk out of the restaurant. “7 o’clock sharp, my place,” he said, walking out the door.
A few hours had passed, and the boys found themselves at Jordan’s house. Since Jordan had a house on the Waccamaw, the girls were going to come by in the boat and pick them up.
“There they go,” whispered Denzel, as if they could hear him from one hundred yards out.
The all-white skiff boat come around the corner, cruising through the black water of the river with ease. Morgan was at the wheel while McKenzie and Alexis sat behind her in their bathing suits. James payed more attention to McKenzie than anything. She sported a two-piece aqua blue bathing suit showing how fit she had gotten from running track the past two years of high school. Her long black curly hair gently flowed in the breeze while she looked up with a smile and waved. It was hard to see who she was looking at because of the dark tint in her Ray Bans.
The skiff pulled up to the dock and Jordan was the first to hop in. “Hello ladies. Have you met my friends?” He asked, then proceeded to introduce everyone.
As the sun began to fall, James’s eyes sank and his body became more and more relaxed with every sip of Hennessy. Jordan stumbled over to James and fell in the seat next to him. James paused and looked at Jordan in concern, then cut his eyes to Denzel. Jordan had a history of being a little out of hand when he got drunk.
“I think you’ve had enough bro,” said James.
“I’m fine,” responded Jordan, getting up and walking to the opposite side of the boat.
They all sat in silence for a few minutes, before Jordan shouted, “Gator!” Everyone looked over the edge of the boat trying to see exactly where this gator was. “Right there,” pointed Jordan.
The black beady eyes peeked up from the murky water. James had spent enough time on the river to be able to tell how big a gator was from looking at its head in the water. This one had to be around 15 feet. Jordan reached into his pocket, struggling a little before pulling out a Slim Jim. Gently pulling back the plastic wrapper, he grabbed the jerky and dangled it over the water, taunting the alligator.
“Are you stupid? James asked, squinting his eyes and raising his hand in confusion.
“Calm down, it’s just a gator. It can’t get me from right here,” but James had seen gators leap out of the water before, making him aware of the danger. Sinking his shoulders and rolling his eyes, James stood up and began walking over to Jordan to make him sit down. Before he could get there, a huge splash came from the river. The scaly belly of the gator showed itself, as the beast shot up like a torpedo. It was then that James realized this was like nothing he had ever seen before. This taker of lives was at least 25 feet long. “Jordan!” He screamed, pointing at the massive beast emerging from the water. Before Jordan could realize what was going on, the gator chomped into his arm. A traumatizing pop bounced of the trees echoing into the distance, followed by a rush of blood, and Jordan was gone. Absent of thought, James found himself following his friend’s footsteps, off of the boat and into the water.
“What’re you doing? Get out of there!” said Denzel. Instinct began to take over and James submerged 4 feet into the creature’s domain. Immediately, he was face to face with the reptile. It looked at him mindlessly, with Jordan’s arm still in its mouth. James moved to hit the gator, drawing its attention away from Jordan and onto him, allowing his friend time to struggle his way to the surface. James wasn’t sure if his friends had gotten Jordan or not, but he would not turn his attention from what was in front of him. He couldn’t understand why it wasn’t attacking. It just looked at him with its blank, black eyes, like looking into an endless space. James was so scared that he had a certain calmness. Frozen in that moment. He began to move towards the surface, but never turning his attention from the monster that was below him, hoping it would let him live. When he emerged from the water, there was no one to be found. Jordan was gone and so was the boat. Breathing heavily, he looked around thinking of an option. It was a blessing that he hadn’t been alligator food, but he was sure the gator’s generosity would soon run out. The sound of a nearby boat motor gave him hope. Coming around the corner steering the boat was McKenzie.
Swimming over to meet the boat, James couldn’t help but wonder why the gator was letting him live. “Where is everybody?” He asked, trying to catch his breath as McKenzie helped him onto the boat.
“The gator destroyed our boat,” she said. Her energy was oddly optimistic for the situation they were in. It was then that James noticed the boat she steered was not the same boat, in fact, it was much nicer. Looking at her as puzzled as can be, he said “I’m confused.” Not helping clear the confusion, she looked and smiled brightly. A certain glow came from her, like she was an angel in heaven. “Welcome Home.”
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