Hillary
The water is warm, but it still feels cool against my body. I look back at Bentley, and he is watching, just like I thought he would be. I swim farther away from the shore, farther and farther, but he still doesn’t join me. I thought I would be able to convince him.
I swim back to the shore, and then I start to walk out of the lake. I see Bentley pull his phone out to take photos of me.
“I have always wanted to own a dolphin as a pet,” I say, squeezing the water out of my hair.
Ben laughs. “You are so weird. Who wants some smelly fish as a pet?”
“Me, Bentley. My dad was going to buy me one for my sixteenth birthday. I was looking forward to turning sixteen so badly, but then… tsk,” I drag my thumb over my throat.
“You look so much like your mom,” Bentley says, tilting his he
