Swimming really wasn't Sylvia's thing, especially not in the death trap that surrounded her now. She shivered, listening to the laughter of children around her on the sandy beach. Who would allow their children to come here?!
Of course, Sylvia's uncle was a famous swimmer, so they came to the ocean nearly everyday. Usually, Sylvia could get out of it. But, today, her aunt had decided that she wasn't getting enough sun, and had forced her near the deadly ocean.
Sylvia stared out from beneath her large umbrella. Her family was already enjoying themselves a bit further down the beach, leaving her to mope in the shadows. Her long, black hair brushed the sand, her dark eyes glaring at the body of water only ten feet away. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, hiding from the hot sun and burning sand.
The water wasn't the only reason she wasn't out there now. Her freckles, splattered across her entire body, were the only things that ever tanned on her. Her skin was light enough, burning if it even saw a glimpse of sunlight, and her freckles always darkened.
So, she decided to stay away from the sun, the sand, and, especially, the ocean.
It was growing dark by the time her cousin finally pulled her forcibly down the beach.
"Come on!" Miley insisted. "We're going on a boat ride!"
"In the middle of the night?!" Sylvia exclaimed.
"The sun hasn't even gone down yet, wimp!"
"It's close enough."
Miley was very different from her paler, weaker cousin. She was tanned and muscular, the family's lap dog, if you will. She swam with their uncle everyday, and was the most spoiled person on the planet. She flipped her hair, which was only shoulder-length and bleached blonde with sunlight, her light-blue eyes gazing excitedly at the boat they would be using.
Miley was everything Sylvia wasn't. Though, Sylvia scolded herself for ever being jealous.
"Sylvia," their aunt said, smiling. "Have you decided to join us?"
"No, I'm being forcibly dragged here against my whim."
Her aunt laughed, embracing her. Suzanne was the sweetest, most caring person Sylvia had ever met. She wasn't a very fast swimmer, she preferred running. She had the long brown hair, and always told her family she needed a haircut. She hadn't actually gotten a haircut for several years, because Sylvia's uncle Leon loved long hair.
Needless to say, Sylvia was further forced onto the boat, and was also the only one to bother putting on a life vest. Not very well, mind you, but it's the thought that counts.
Soon, they out on the water. The shore was slowly disappearing behind them, three out of four very excited. Also needless to say, Sylvia was the one person who wasn't excited.
"Why do we have to go out on a boat?" Sylvia asked.
"Are you scared?" Miley teased.
"No, I'm just curious."
"The stars are beautiful at night," Suzanne sighed happily, gazing up at the sky. "There are so many of them, it's hard to believe. You'll love them, I hope."
Sylvia gave her aunt a smile, hoping she didn't fall out before the stars appeared.
After a long while of light conversation that excluded Sylvia, the stars began to appear in the dark sky. After an hour, the sky was filled with them. It was quite beautiful, nobody could deny.
Sylvia heard a slight splash behind her, and turned to see what it was. Her eyes fell on the rippling surface of the water.
"Is something wrong?" Suzanne asked.
"I thought I heard something," Sylvia murmured, turning back to her family.
"Like what?" Miley questioned.
She shrugged. A splash caught her ear again.
"Didn't you hear that?" she asked.
"Your ears must be playing tricks on you," Suzanne said.
"Let's go back," Leon said, his deep voice calming.
"It's okay, Uncle Leon," Sylvia insisted. "I'm alright with staying if you guys don't want to leave."
"Are you sure?"
Leave it to Leon to be softhearted all the way. He was a large man, with the same black hair and dark eyes Sylvia was known for. He also had the light skin she had, and almost the exact same way of thinking, giving the two a rather close relationship. Of course, Leon had always preferred spending time with Sylvia as opposed to Miley.
Leon settled back. Sylvia tried to also, her eyes falling on the massive amount of stars around her. It really was beautiful, she had to admit.
Suddenly, she felt something brush against her back. She squeaked, flinching away.
"S-Sylvia?!" Leon called.
The boat rocked out of control. Sylvia let out a gasp, sliding from the boat and into the grey water.
Her aunt's call was barely heard from the girl, who was currently thrashing about in the water. Suddenly, the engine on the boat roared, throwing the three above forward.
Sylvia's lungs burned, her mouth opening to gasp for air, only to find water. She was drowning.
The girl felt something wrap around her waist, pushing her up until she felt air and water rush her lungs. Sylvia coughed, dark eyes opening to meet green ones.
"What are you-"
The smooth voice was filled with concern, and Sylvia felt herself being set gently onto some rocks nearby. She gazed down at her saviour, who's green eyes hypnotized her into a sense of calm.
"Don't be concerned," the boy ordered. "Someone just hit the start button on that boat by accident. I promise I didn't do that."
"What are you doing out here?" Sylvia mumbled, shivering in the cold.
"I wanted to make sure nobody pushed you overboard," he said coolly, slowly sinking back into the water.
"What do you mean by that?" Sylvia questioned.
The boy tilted his head, his green eyes piercing.
"Couldn't feel it? Someone was planning to. So, I decided to distract you before it could happen."
"You...pushed me off of the boat," she murmured.
"Not exactly," he smiled. "You fell off the boat, if I recall."
"You made me!" she muttered.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked, green eyes saddening.
"No," Sylvia answered, surprised to know it was true.
"Good, you don't even know my name."
Sylvia gritted her teeth. This boy was playing with her. Glancing back at him, she noticed his gaze was on the distant shore. He seemed to be contemplating something, his brows creased.
"Oh, looks like they're returning," the boy murmured, sliding back into the water.
"Wait, where are you going?" Sylvia asked, grasping at the boy's hand.
"Into the water," he replied, glancing at their intertwined hands.
A sudden thought crossed Sylvia's mind.
"You said you tagged along when we left, but I didn't see any boat, and I couldn't hear anybody swimming. How did you...?"
The boy smiled kindly up at her, eyes narrowing.
"I swam," he stated honestly, laying his chin on his crossed arms.
"I never said I swam on the surface."
With that, he slipped soundlessly into the water.