by Steven Chevalia

Created on: July 10, 2009

Jamie dived into the pool. Memories flashed before his eyes. Whenever he had to dive into the small community pool he remembered everything that had ever happened to him and the individual who needed help before. It motivated him, drove him to do his best. The idea that these were real people, not dummies or individuals he didn't know, but real honest to God people, made him sick with anticipation to get his job over with and pull them to safety. Before it was too late.

Water rose around him like a shimmering force field as his body broke the surface tension of the water. The little boy, half way across the pool was flailing his arms and screaming. Water was running into his open mouth, drowning him in his own ignorance. Jamie opened his eyes underwater and saw the boy's half submerged head sinking. Jamie sped up.

As the boy was about to sink for the final time, an impact smacked into his chest and he flew up out of the water as Jamie propelled the two of them along under the pool. The boy spat and coughed as Jamie reached the wall of the pool. The boy was able to crawl out of the water to the open arms of his crying mother and several other prominent people from the small town of Marseillaises, Illinois.

"Where's Jamie?" A woman yelled after a second of silence. Everyone rushed to the edge of the pool, forgetting in their excitement the little boy who had almost drowned.

Jamie was at the bottom of the pool. His swimming trunks were caught to something. Whether it was a broken tile with a slight hook that had snagged him, a filter in the pool, or something else was hard to tell, but he was in trouble.

"Somebody save him!" Yelled the school principal who was standing next to his secretary, and present girlfriend.

"What are we supposed to do?" The principal's girlfriend, who was also a senior at the school she and him worked at.

"We've got to do something!" Jack yelled. He was the town mechanic.

"Well, can you swim?" The librarian asked.

"Never learned how," Jack replied.

"Well, maybe you should've tried reading about it while you were still in school," Jack's mother scolded.

"Listen. Let's stop arguing! We must save this man!" The town's most prominent pastor was in a speedo that day and no one paid attention to him, like usual.

In the five seconds that had passed Jamie was looking up at them the whole time pointing at the jagged tile which still held him captive to the pool wall.

"What do you think he's trying to say?" Someone asked.

"I dunno,

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