By Christian Laforet
Robi-Jo squeezed her eyes tight. A scream escaped her lips as her toes plunged through the surface. A chill instantly passed through her body. She wondered briefly why a chill, but her brain insisted that the lava was so hot, that it felt cold. It made sense, she guessed. It wasn’t until she swallowed a mouthful of salty liquid that she started to think that she was not being burnt alive in molten rock. She opened her eyes, and although it stung, she saw that she was submerged in water. Pushing with her legs, she swam upwards.
She found Felicia and Sam already bobbing on the surface. “What the crap?” she yelled to get their attention.
Sam surveyed the endless ocean which stretched across the horizon before looking back at Robi. “I teleported us to Teardrop, the water earth.”
“Oh gee, you teleported us? I hadn’t noticed.” Robi-Jo waved her arms around. “Maybe—and this is just a thought—in the future you could not wait until we’re about to die a horrible death before doing so!”
Felicia nodded. “Yeah, it’s kinda jerky. The whole, making us think we’re gonna die thing.”
Sam frowned. “I’m sorry, would you have rather me leave you in the hands of that narcissistic psychopath?”
“Well, she has a point there.” Felicia shrugged.
Robi-Jo was already fuming, but the smirk that Sam shot her way, sent her over the edge.
“I’ve had enough of you!” She grabbed a hold of Sam and pushed her under the water.
“Whoa!” Felicia tried to wade away, but was somehow pulled into the mix. Continue reading