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morning and she scratched them both and hoped the water would soothe the rash on them.
It didn’t and the water now seemed to make it worse, as she bobbed up and down it was harder to use her arms to stay afloat and scratch them at the same time. Kimberley felt hot as well now, her head was hot, she was burning up and her throat was sore; everything was spinning. She coughed out water from her mouth and wiped her eyes. Looking over her shoulder no one had noticed her coughing fit and in a swimming pool it wasn’t exactly unheard of to cough after an intake of water. Panic was beginning to set in.
For a moment she swore her hands had turned yellow, she gasped for breath and her hands had definitely changed colour and they were boiling the water, a scream from behind her told her that someone else had noticed the water getting hotter and the sight of Kimberley’s glowing yellow hands had something to do with it, as the frightened girl came back up for breath amid all the shouts one little voice she heard perfectly, a little boy’s. “Mummy look, she’s burning the water.”
The little lad was right, Kimberley’s hands glowed bright red and were boiling the swimming pool water, the heat had no effect on her but the other swimmers had to get out or else they’d be boiled alive.
Families, couples, children crawled up the side of the pool as pandemonium broke loose, men and women fighting each other to get through the exits.
The panicking crowd screamed their way from the bubbling swimming pool, a teenage boy ran along the pool’s edge and lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, he split his head open and groaned but the sight of a girl with yellow hands boiling up his local swimming baths, spurred him on to get up and turn to the frantic Kimberley.
“YOU FREAK, LEAVE US ALONE, YOU STUPID FREAK!” The teenager joined the other swimmers in their hurried exit of the local baths leaving Kimberley to haul herself out of the steaming swimming pool, she wept as she looked around to see the entire complex deserted, she looked down at her hands to see that they had returned to their normal fake-tan colour and her black nail-polish came back. Kimberley was shaking as she picked up her towel and her phone. The yellow glow had left her body and she trembled as she fiddled with her phone, she began to text.
PLEASE COME.
Kimberley still shook as she looked around to see if anybody else remained from the pool, the steam still rose as she vomited into it. Her phone vibrated as she had her head over the side.
STILL AT WORK. WOT NO LOL??!!
Kimberley pressed another button to ring her friend, wiping the water from her eyes and the sick from her mouth…waiting nervously for a reply, Cassandra finally answered her phone.
“Hello?”
Kimberley took a deep breath. “No, I’m not laughing.” She cried next.
Cassandra couldn’t stand her job, it was only part-time to give her some extra cash and keep her parents off her back but she hated it nevertheless. She was a waitress at Kebe’s Chicken Shack, a small chain of restaurants specialising in cut-price poultry.
The original name of the shops had the word ‘cheap’ in front of the chicken but it was attracting the wrong sort of crowd according to the owner and it was dropped, but they kept their tradition of singing to any customer whose birthday it was and this really got on Cassandra’s nerves. At least three times a shift, she was wheeled out with the rest of the serving staff and made to chimp around to sing and dance to every teething toddler and acne-filled face teenager.
She thought about making up an excuse to leave work early as she thought about Kimberley’s text and subsequent phone call afterwards, the poor girl sounded like she was close to tears, but said she couldn’t speak and would tell Cassandra when they met up later.
Seeing as Kimberley was already on her way down Cassandra thought is was probably better to stay at work anyway. She shook
It didn’t and the water now seemed to make it worse, as she bobbed up and down it was harder to use her arms to stay afloat and scratch them at the same time. Kimberley felt hot as well now, her head was hot, she was burning up and her throat was sore; everything was spinning. She coughed out water from her mouth and wiped her eyes. Looking over her shoulder no one had noticed her coughing fit and in a swimming pool it wasn’t exactly unheard of to cough after an intake of water. Panic was beginning to set in.
For a moment she swore her hands had turned yellow, she gasped for breath and her hands had definitely changed colour and they were boiling the water, a scream from behind her told her that someone else had noticed the water getting hotter and the sight of Kimberley’s glowing yellow hands had something to do with it, as the frightened girl came back up for breath amid all the shouts one little voice she heard perfectly, a little boy’s. “Mummy look, she’s burning the water.”
The little lad was right, Kimberley’s hands glowed bright red and were boiling the swimming pool water, the heat had no effect on her but the other swimmers had to get out or else they’d be boiled alive.
Families, couples, children crawled up the side of the pool as pandemonium broke loose, men and women fighting each other to get through the exits.
The panicking crowd screamed their way from the bubbling swimming pool, a teenage boy ran along the pool’s edge and lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, he split his head open and groaned but the sight of a girl with yellow hands boiling up his local swimming baths, spurred him on to get up and turn to the frantic Kimberley.
“YOU FREAK, LEAVE US ALONE, YOU STUPID FREAK!” The teenager joined the other swimmers in their hurried exit of the local baths leaving Kimberley to haul herself out of the steaming swimming pool, she wept as she looked around to see the entire complex deserted, she looked down at her hands to see that they had returned to their normal fake-tan colour and her black nail-polish came back. Kimberley was shaking as she picked up her towel and her phone. The yellow glow had left her body and she trembled as she fiddled with her phone, she began to text.
PLEASE COME.
Kimberley still shook as she looked around to see if anybody else remained from the pool, the steam still rose as she vomited into it. Her phone vibrated as she had her head over the side.
STILL AT WORK. WOT NO LOL??!!
Kimberley pressed another button to ring her friend, wiping the water from her eyes and the sick from her mouth…waiting nervously for a reply, Cassandra finally answered her phone.
“Hello?”
Kimberley took a deep breath. “No, I’m not laughing.” She cried next.
Cassandra couldn’t stand her job, it was only part-time to give her some extra cash and keep her parents off her back but she hated it nevertheless. She was a waitress at Kebe’s Chicken Shack, a small chain of restaurants specialising in cut-price poultry.
The original name of the shops had the word ‘cheap’ in front of the chicken but it was attracting the wrong sort of crowd according to the owner and it was dropped, but they kept their tradition of singing to any customer whose birthday it was and this really got on Cassandra’s nerves. At least three times a shift, she was wheeled out with the rest of the serving staff and made to chimp around to sing and dance to every teething toddler and acne-filled face teenager.
She thought about making up an excuse to leave work early as she thought about Kimberley’s text and subsequent phone call afterwards, the poor girl sounded like she was close to tears, but said she couldn’t speak and would tell Cassandra when they met up later.
Seeing as Kimberley was already on her way down Cassandra thought is was probably better to stay at work anyway. She shook
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