Waves of clear blue crash over us, soaking to the core, as the nose goes under our own wake once again. Most of the girls giggle and laugh, but the boys lightheartedly complain that they were cold enough already. The motor whirs in my head and I feel the rumble of it's vibrations under my seat.
I feel a rush of adrenaline as we speed up and watch the next skier take his turn. He attempts to cross over a wake but a sudden jerk from the boat makes him loose his balance and he plunges into the depths of the lake. As we gradually slow down, I reach into the foam that curls up the side of our vessel. The feeling is cool and surprising to the touch. I may not venture out onto the end of the ski rope as I had originally planed. The boy in the water is shivering and is helped aboard by some of his friends. Water cascades off of him and puddles on the deck.
Everyone is becoming a bit drowsy, and we decide to leave for the shore. The driver speeds up once more, eager to lie on the sand, warmed by the blazing summer sun. We come upon the beach quickly and our driver cuts the gas. We slowly drift towards the dock, bobbing up and down next to the bright orange buoy, lightly sprinkled with droppings from the occasionally passing seagull.
As I stand up to exit the speedboat, firm hands grasp both sides of my life jacket and I'm thrown overboard! The cold water tingles all over and my nerves are screaming at me. As I break the surface of the water I gasp loudly and see two of my best guy friends doubled over with laughter waist high in the lake of seaweed. A war of waves immediately engulfs our group and no one avoids the icey chill. Ah, what a day it has been.
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