Mary looked graceful in the water—like a mermaid. The girls on the dock squinted their eyes in envy.
“I totally hate her.”
“Good thing she can’t hear you. You’d be eating lunch at the loser table on Monday.”
Mary looked up toward her friends but found sand and seaweed. The sunlight seemed to be on every side of her. Twisting, flailing, searching for the surface, she screamed for help, taking lake water into her lungs.
“She always has to be the best at everything.”
“Screw this. I’m outta here.”
Without a glance back, they left.
January 28 Prompt: Disorientation (In 99 words – no more, no less – write a story about disorientation)