Splash Splash

Splash, Splash, Splash; that is the sound of my friends and I splashing water on each other at the nearby lake. To get to it you have to cut across Marsh Fields then and pretty soon you stop seeing streets and only trees are there, growing out of the mucky ground. You stop seeing people too, especially in the summer on account of the bugs. Then my friend Lizzy yells "I am going to try to swim to the bottom of the lake." I said that was a stupid idea. She did it anyway; she is too stubborn to listen. When she returned she yelled "Jasmine, Jasmine come see this pretty cool fish I saw!" Then…