“Race you to the buoys?” My best friend is one of those girls you love one second and want to choke the next. Every day on the lake starts like this.
“See ya!” I yell over my shoulder. Before she’s had a chance to say one trash-talking word back to me, I’m gone with a rush of energy and the power of a gas-driven engine. I leave her in my wake, a wave of white water foaming behind me in two tails that flow to either side. My heart pounds wildly, beating a rhythm against me from the inside, a drum roll that drives me on faster. …show more content…
She’s even got that bubblegum pink bikini on, the one that makes all the boys stop and stare. Most of the men we know too, but that’s another story for another day. She smiles and waves at me as she glides effortlessly on her jet-ski, walking on water with power and grace. I smile back, but it only reaches my lips, a sneer if I really think about it. I pull the throttle back to full power and pretend like I have a chance. This time, maybe this time, I will win. I can feel