So I do. With me on her name she treads water to the dock. “Grab onto the wood and hold yourself up,” Candice exclaimed. The wood looked old and wet. I had doubt that it would hold me but it did. After I had gotten a good hold on the dock with my feet hovering over the water, Candice walked away and left me there. She had went back and started to swim.
“Where are you going?” I tried to pull my self up but the board above was to wobbly for my to get a good grip on