Too nervous to wait, I lower my head and cover my lips with his the way I saw people doing on TV. He coughs up water, his pure eyes bursting open.

He screams. “You kissed me!”

“It’s CPR, dummy.”

He glances at his watch and winces. “I’ll be in so much trouble.”

“Wait! You can’t just leave!”

He darts over the rocks but turns back to yell. “I won’t forget this! What’s your name?”

“It’s none of your business.”

He smirks and darts away.

Suddenly, I hear a voice scream, “Jenna!”

I jerk up.

Mom and Dad are rushing to the end of the lake where I left Jenna swimming.

“She’s bleeding!” Mom screams frantically.

“Jenna!” Dad wades into the water.

Mom calls the ambulance.

I run over and see Jenna in Dad’s arms, blood running down her face.

“Jenna!” I scream, rushing to her. “Jenna, wake up! Jenna!”

Mom pushes me back.

I land on my face in the dirt, rocks scraping my chin and arms.

“Where were you?” Mom screams. “Why weren’t you watching her?”

“I was saving someone.”

“Who? There’s no one out here!”

“No, there was a boy. He was right there!”

“Where?” Mom shrieks.

“I don’t… I don’t know. He left.”

“Liar!"

“Enough,” Dad barks. “We need to get to a hospital.”

We did.

Dad drove like a maniac.

But it was too late.

My sister was dead.