Biscuiting

Biscuiting

We zoomed past the lush bank as my cousins and I held on for life. Our sturdy biscuit rapidly bounced against the murky water. As we gradually picked up speed, the water starts to heavily spit in our faces like a million bullets. Oh no. The boat takes a big turn, and us terrified people hopefully cling on as we go over the wake.

I'm holding on with one slippery hand as my body rolled off the biscuit. My body bashed against the refreshing cool water as I desperately tried to get myself back on. Even though we just turned, the crazy drivers decided to turn again, but this the other way. We all lean on my cousin when...SLASH! As I turn my head I realise that both of my cousins had fell off. I laughed so hard as I watched them swim back to the deflated biscuit. I caught them whispering to each other. I felt suspicious, however I focused on hauling my cousins back onto the biscuit.

Before very long, my drenched cousins are back on the biscuit as the boats’ old,rusty engine starts up again.Slowly we dragged through the water until we had everyone ready. Going at full speed my hands clinged on and I could feel the arthritis in my knuckles. Again we went for another  wide turn.I glance at the thin rope carefully dragging our quivering bodies. My tightly gripped hands were ready to let go, but I forced myself to stay on. Then, unexpectedly, both of my cousins grab onto my hands and let go of the handles. I am airborne, suddenly I hit the sparking water and skim across it. I realise my sneaky cousins were trying to make me fall off since I was the only one who hadn’t. When my feet touched the soft ground again they felt like jelly. The boat pulled up and the tattered biscuit is deserted. A smile  crept onto my face. I can’t wait to ride again.

Keira

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