Taking a deep breath, I dived in making a huge splash
(hopefully soaking Karen with cold water). As I hit the water,
my head was suddenly submerged in the frightening, icy cold
waters. I could just make out the floor three metres below me.
I lifted my head and took another breath before carrying on
swimming. I looked forward. About ten metres to go. I was
already exhausted and could feel my legs slowly dropping
down into the pool, as if I was drowning. ‘Nearly there’, I
thought. About six metres to go. As I put my head down into
the pool, while kicking the water like crazy, I saw something
that was green and was weirdly illuminating the eerily dark
waters at the bottom of the pool. I looked forward again. Only
four metres left. I looked down only to see the green thing
again. It was resting there and stirring slightly with the currents
in the pool. An alligator. Like the one from Florida. My fear
had transformed into terror. I desperately tried to scream but
my mouth was full of water. It was coming closer. And closer.
And closer. Only a couple metres left now. I wasn’t even
swimming now, just slapping the water to get away. Suddenly,
I felt something grip my foot. I was seriously screeching for
help now. But, I had to get to the end. With my arm fully
outstretched I could feel the edge of the pool…
I jumped out of the pool and collapsed into a shivering heap.
I saw Karen coming over to me smiling for the first time in her
life. Still breathing heavily, I glanced round to see the lifeguard
pulling a large green pipe from the pool.