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Authors: R. L. Stine
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away so fast, the towrope nearly flew out of my hands.
“Whooooooooaaa!” I opened my mouth in a long cry as the rope pulled me up.
Yes! The skis bounced over the surface. I bent my knees and gripped the
towrope tightly.
I’m doing it! I realized. I’m water-skiing!
The boat picked up speed. We headed in a straight line over the sparkling
water. The cold spray swept over my face, my hair.
I started to lose my balance. Tugged myself back up. Held on—and kept
going.
“Yessss!” I cried out loud. What an awesome feeling!
But then the driver of the boat turned her head.
And I recognized Della’s evil grin.
As she worked the controls, Della’s white-blond hair flew up like wings
around her pale face. Her blue eyes sparkled like the water.
Her grin grew wider as she saw the horror on my face.
“Turn around! Turn back! Please!” I begged.
She made the boat swerve hard.
I nearly toppled over. I gripped the towrope.
My skis slapped the surface. Pain shot up to my knees. The cold spray washed
over me.
I gasped. Struggled to breathe.
Della threw back her head and laughed. The sound was drowned out by the roar
of the motor.
I could see the sky through her body. The sunlight poured right through her.
“Turn around!” I screamed. “Stop! Where are you taking me? Where ?”
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Della didn’t answer. She turned away from me, her hair flying wildly behind
her head.
The boat bounced over the water, sending up tall waves of foam and spray.
The waves splashed over me. Chilling me. Blinding me.
Gripped in panic, it took me a long time to realize that I had an easy
escape.
I let go of the towrope.
My hands shot up. The tow bar snapped against the water.
I skidded for a few seconds, my arms thrashing wildly. And then I toppled
over and sank.
The life vest pulled me back up. I bounced on the surface, gasping, spitting
out water. My heart pounded.
I felt so dizzy. The bright sunlight seemed to surround me. Which way was up?
Which way to the shore?
I spun around and saw the motorboat in the distance.
“You didn’t get me this time!” I called to Della.
But then I froze as the boat began to turn. Della swerved the boat, kicking
up a tall wave of white water.
Swerved it back around. Until it pointed to me.
I gasped as I heard the motor roar.
I bobbed helplessly in the water.
The boat picked up speed, skipping over the rippling surface.
She’s coming for me, I thought. She’s coming to make me her buddy forever.
I’m trapped out here.
She’s coming to run me over.
27
I treaded water, watching in horror as the boat sped toward me.
I’ve got to dive under it, I realized. The only way to escape is down.
I took a deep breath. Every muscle tensed. I knew I had to time my dive
perfectly.
The boat roared closer. I could see Della crouched over the motor. Guiding
the boat.
Aiming it.
I took another deep breath. And then I realized I couldn’t dive.
The life vest—it was holding me up. No way I could plunge beneath the
surface.
With a cry, I grabbed the front of the vest with both hands.
And tugged.
I can’t do this! I realized. I can’t get this thing off in time!
The water rocked harder as the boat sped nearer. The whole lake seemed to
tilt and spin.
The boat—it’s going to tear me to pieces! I thought.
I pulled at the vest. Pushed it.
Please—please—slide over my head!
No time. No time.
I can’t dive!
The motor’s roar drowned out my scream.
With a frantic tug, I pulled the life vest up. Over my shoulders.
Too late.
The front of the boat bounced over me.
Then the whirring motor blades sliced off my head.
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I waited for the pain.
I waited for the darkness.
The water swirled around me. Blue, then green.
Choking on a mouthful of water, I thrashed up to the surface. Struggling to
breathe, I let the waves rock me back and forth.
“The life vest!” I choked out.
I held half of the vest in each hand.
The motor
“Whooooooooaaa!” I opened my mouth in a long cry as the rope pulled me up.
Yes! The skis bounced over the surface. I bent my knees and gripped the
towrope tightly.
I’m doing it! I realized. I’m water-skiing!
The boat picked up speed. We headed in a straight line over the sparkling
water. The cold spray swept over my face, my hair.
I started to lose my balance. Tugged myself back up. Held on—and kept
going.
“Yessss!” I cried out loud. What an awesome feeling!
But then the driver of the boat turned her head.
And I recognized Della’s evil grin.
As she worked the controls, Della’s white-blond hair flew up like wings
around her pale face. Her blue eyes sparkled like the water.
Her grin grew wider as she saw the horror on my face.
“Turn around! Turn back! Please!” I begged.
She made the boat swerve hard.
I nearly toppled over. I gripped the towrope.
My skis slapped the surface. Pain shot up to my knees. The cold spray washed
over me.
I gasped. Struggled to breathe.
Della threw back her head and laughed. The sound was drowned out by the roar
of the motor.
I could see the sky through her body. The sunlight poured right through her.
“Turn around!” I screamed. “Stop! Where are you taking me? Where ?”
26
Della didn’t answer. She turned away from me, her hair flying wildly behind
her head.
The boat bounced over the water, sending up tall waves of foam and spray.
The waves splashed over me. Chilling me. Blinding me.
Gripped in panic, it took me a long time to realize that I had an easy
escape.
I let go of the towrope.
My hands shot up. The tow bar snapped against the water.
I skidded for a few seconds, my arms thrashing wildly. And then I toppled
over and sank.
The life vest pulled me back up. I bounced on the surface, gasping, spitting
out water. My heart pounded.
I felt so dizzy. The bright sunlight seemed to surround me. Which way was up?
Which way to the shore?
I spun around and saw the motorboat in the distance.
“You didn’t get me this time!” I called to Della.
But then I froze as the boat began to turn. Della swerved the boat, kicking
up a tall wave of white water.
Swerved it back around. Until it pointed to me.
I gasped as I heard the motor roar.
I bobbed helplessly in the water.
The boat picked up speed, skipping over the rippling surface.
She’s coming for me, I thought. She’s coming to make me her buddy forever.
I’m trapped out here.
She’s coming to run me over.
27
I treaded water, watching in horror as the boat sped toward me.
I’ve got to dive under it, I realized. The only way to escape is down.
I took a deep breath. Every muscle tensed. I knew I had to time my dive
perfectly.
The boat roared closer. I could see Della crouched over the motor. Guiding
the boat.
Aiming it.
I took another deep breath. And then I realized I couldn’t dive.
The life vest—it was holding me up. No way I could plunge beneath the
surface.
With a cry, I grabbed the front of the vest with both hands.
And tugged.
I can’t do this! I realized. I can’t get this thing off in time!
The water rocked harder as the boat sped nearer. The whole lake seemed to
tilt and spin.
The boat—it’s going to tear me to pieces! I thought.
I pulled at the vest. Pushed it.
Please—please—slide over my head!
No time. No time.
I can’t dive!
The motor’s roar drowned out my scream.
With a frantic tug, I pulled the life vest up. Over my shoulders.
Too late.
The front of the boat bounced over me.
Then the whirring motor blades sliced off my head.
28
I waited for the pain.
I waited for the darkness.
The water swirled around me. Blue, then green.
Choking on a mouthful of water, I thrashed up to the surface. Struggling to
breathe, I let the waves rock me back and forth.
“The life vest!” I choked out.
I held half of the vest in each hand.
The motor
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