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pulled himself off the chair and walked to the foot of the stairs still shouting at Felcey before something else caught his attention, there was liquid on the floor, footprints of it came from the front door, through to the kitchen and back out heading upstairs, Lewis frowned and shouted up the stairs.
    “YOU’VE STEPPED IN A PUDDLE AND BROUGHT WATER ALL OVER DA HOUSE, CLEAR IT UP, NERD, OR I’LL TELL YA MA.”
    Felcey either really didn’t hear the shouts from Lewis or chose to ignore him but he didn’t check the bottom of his shoes, he simply ran to his room and slammed the door behind him.
    None of his online friends were available to speak to so he reached for his binoculars and looked out of his bedroom window at his neighbour’s house, there was a girl slightly older than him who lived there and Felcey often spied on her when she was in her shower, a few weeks ago she entered a singing contest on reality TV called ‘Sing or Sink’. She failed her audition and hadn’t been heard of since. She had a mane of red hair and she was called Tamzin. She had signed the relevant paperwork and all her parents could do was to either hope somehow she had survived the vast networks of reality TV dungeons or that she’d had a quick painless death, either way they were powerless to do anything, as was Felcey, so he put the binoculars back, it was an instinct thing. He jumped on his bed and started to flick through his comics, when the itching on his arms came back, he scratched again and looked at his skin, a white liquid oozed through his arms.
    This made him jump up and again he wiped his arms, the liquid was seeping through his fingers making his comic wet.
    Felcey yelled, causing Lewis to yell back, “KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE, FREAK.”
    When he got off the bed Felcey noticed the puddles of liquid footprints in his room. It was early evening and the sun still blazed up high, it hadn’t rained for days. So where did the puddles come from? Felcey thought. He rubbed his fingers together and they were still wet, he sniffed and squeezed them and more liquid trickled out. Scratching again he put his fingers back to his nose and gingerly put them to his lips, his tongue probed around his forefinger with the liquid on it. Felcey snapped his lips and his eyes blinked a few times as he thought he recognised the taste in his mouth, thinning out the traces of the moustache he thought was growing above his lips he tried it again. His eyes slowly widened. “No way, man.”
    Kimberley loved the water and she knew the water felt the same, it was a love/hate relationship and even as her lungs filled with water and craved oxygen she didn’t panic, she couldn’t see as the chlorine stung her eyes but she kept them shut and kicked hard and let her hands pull the water behind her with authority, the very thought of giving up was not an option and with one final push she burst through the water’s surface.
    Her lungs ached and she gasped and spat out the water, she had been underwater too long and coughed longer than usual, but after a while she recognised the sounds around her, the kids splashing around, the parents shouting, she spat out the chlorine water and looked around. She was still at her local swimming baths and the glorious sun even in the evening still shone brightly. Treading water, Kimberley made her way to the pool’s edge and heaved herself up onto the side. Reaching for her phone that lay upon her towel, she wiped the water from her eyes and began to send a text.
    HEY GIRLFRIEND WOT U DOING? @ SWIMMING POOL AT THE MO, WANT TO HOOK UP L8R? SEE A FILM MAYBE? COULD BE FUN L.O.L!!!!!
    After a few moments Kimberley’s phone lit up and vibrated and she read Cassandra’s reply.
    HIYA. AT WORK RIGHT NOW AND HAVE TO GO TO LIBRARY TO RETURN A BOOK AFTERWARDS BUT SHOULD BE OK. TEXT YOU L8R…AND DON’T CALL ME GIRLFRIEND :(
    Kimberley hid her phone back under her towel and returned to the pool, her arms were itching again like this