I don’t remember how we wrecked the jetski. I just felt James’s head cracking against my brow as we vaulted off the jetski and I rolled into the water. I felt a surge of pain through my whole skull. I knew something was wrong.James and I floated to the top and gasped for air. He blurted out a desperate apology as he spun around to see if I was okay. “Dude you cut yourself and you’re bleeding!” I dabbed my forehead and my hand was covered with blood.

Maybe I’ve watched too many cartoons, but blood floating in water brings in the sharks. So he and I quickly pulled ourselves up on the jetski and skooted out of the lagoon.

I learned in Boy Scouts that you have to stay calm. I walked out of the water onto the beach and the girls freaked out. I played it cool because that’s what you’re supposed to do in a situation like that. Our friend Dr. Philips was with us, and he told me I should get stitches. I decided to walk it off. The funny part was that my head did hurt, but what really messed me up was all of the saltwater I swallowed as I spun into the water.

Now I’m at the house, and everyone is giving me a lot of attention, like I’m a war hero or something.