Free Shark Lover by Gracie Marie Page A

didn’t feel like waking up. Her deep, restless sleep had
fulfilled her needs; until she had that awful dream. What did it even mean
anyways? She pondered over the possibilities, tossing and turning over in her
bed. She glanced over and the clock and was shocked to see the time.
                “It’s
already 9 o’clock! I was supposed to be there already!” She popped out of her
bed and started throwing clothes around from her drawers. Whenever she needed
to be somewhere, she could never find the right outfit to wear. Why was that?
She threw out all the shirts in the second drawer of her dresser, frustrated
that she couldn’t find something to wear. She ran into her closet picking
through more clothes that just weren’t right for the occasion.
                “Wait,”
She said to herself as pants flew across the floor. “Why am I stressing out
over an outfit when I am just going to put a wetsuit over it when I get there?”
She patted herself across her forehead and threw on the next pair of shorts she
found in her drawer. She found a loose pink T-shirt and pulled it over her head
quickly. She glanced at her appearance in the mirror and groaned. “Ugh! I look
terrible! I don’t even have time to put on makeup. And my hair!” She ran her
hands through the tangled mess that was her normally beautiful, blond hair.
Looking at her reflection again, she decided against brushing through her hair
and threw it up in a ponytail. Running out toward the kitchen, she opened the
pantry, grabbed a banana and fluttered out the door to get to her jeep as fast
as possible.
                Rushing
down the steps as quickly as she could, she looked up at the sky and saw the
darkening clouds. “Ugh, it wasn’t supposed to rain today.” She muttered under
her breath as she opened her jeep door and hopped in. Driving down the freeway,
she felt raindrops hitting the tip of her skin, melting away swiftly in the humidity.
She could smell the ocean in the breeze. The smell brought her a feeling of
comfort as she reached her destination. She saw him standing by the rest of the
group, fastening his scuba tank to his body.
                “I’m
so sorry I am late,” She said out of breath from all the running. “I overslept.
I never do that either. I don’t know how it even happened. I….”
                “It’s
okay,” He replied laughing. “I just got here ten minutes ago. The crew has
really been helping me get all this gear on. I had no idea just going scuba
diving would require all of this equipment.” He stared down pointing at all of
his apparatus.
                “Yeah
it’s a lot.” She laughed as he waddled around in his flippers. “So how are you
feeling about it? I know you were nervous the last we talked.”
                “Shhhhh,”
He whispered quietly in her ear. “Don’t tell these shark lovers that. I’ll
never hear the end of it.”
                She
laughed, assembling her gear. “I was just wondering. I was worried for you.”
She slid her exposure suit on over her bathing suit, observing the ocean, just
steps away from her. She put on her mask and her dive regulator, watching
Marc’s eyes on her. Boards underneath her were creaking as the wooden dock
moaned in the roaring waves. The large boat rocked as the water pushed it
closer and closer to the dock. She could feel Marc’s tension and nerves as he
moved closer to her, his eyes growing big in fear.
                “You’re
scared aren’t you?” She asked suddenly.
                “A
little bit. I don’t know if we can trust these sharks. How do we know they
won’t attack the cage?” He pointed towards the large metal cage sitting in the
middle of the boat.
                “Oh
they won’t, they usually don’t venture too far when they discover something
doesn’t taste very good,” A man said interrupting sticking his hand out