On the edge of the woods, a little off of your countryside house was a river. You’d used to play there all the time as a child. Flowers of all different colors would grow around it in the spring. Today, was different than typical. The area near the river felt more lively, healthier, like it was thriving the more than it had ever been before.

You had immediately noticed the bubbles and the unsettled water, it was as if someone from below was thrashing for their life down underneath the water.

Your first instinct was the attempt to pull the person out of the water. He was a boy around your age who wore a brown blazer on top of his tan vest and his messy red necktie that was completely scrambled up. The boy had messy ginger hair that fell into slight curls and a wavy pattern.

He laid on his back hacking out the water from his lungs trying to breathe.

“Are you kidding me?” He spat out but not at you. Instead he laid flat and cursed up at the sky.