I woke up just as the the high whispy clouds were just being licked from the horizon by the rays of the intense flashes of gold and burnt orange of the rising sun. I sat in the bay window and watched the glow rise and the beams rush out over the bay like it was being fished from the depth of the ocean like a prized pearl from an oyster. I had the the window open and could hear the sounds of life stirring around the bay, and the smell of the fresh salt air rolling off the waves that crashed against the sea wall forty feet below me. Making my way down stairs I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I pulled out the apple juice and the cream cheese, then spun around to grab a bagel. I smothered the bagel in cream cheese, and then licked the knife as to not to waste the smooth spread in the sink washing it. Aunt Melissa walked in, "What are you doing up this early," as become a custom of mine for the last four weeks to not get up before the crack of noon. "I dunno why i woke up this early Aunt Mel," I replied shoving a bite of bagel in my mouth. She walked over to make her a cup of coffee. "Did you grab the paper this morning," she questioned as she poured her coffee. "Yep, it is in your chair," I replied. We talked for about three hours before Ariel and Stacy came in and asked about breakfast followed by Kris a short time later. It turned out to be a spectacular morning so we all decided to break out the watercraft. My aunt being so cool she gave us each our own jetski to keep at her place for when we came to visit. Mine was a majestic midnight blue with ice blue flames across it. Ariel's was a crimson red with jet black pinstripes, Stacy's was a dark forest green, and Kris's was a sky blue with an orange tribal design on the hood. We raced out of the water garage as we called it for some high speed fun. We darted here and there across the bay from one bank to the other, hopping waves and dodging boats. Kris and Stacy made it to the far bank, with me hot on their heels. As we turned to look for Ariel we didn't see her, I looked at Kris, "Did she go back to the house or to get fuel." "Well the fuel depot is right there," he pointed to the dock about thirty yards from us. "Let's go find her," chimed in Stacy, "It is about lunch time and Aunt Mel likes us home to help prepare it." So we started our engines and motored to the fuel depot, but she was not there. We decided that she had gone back to the house. We jetted to the house. As I came closer to the house i noticed a crowd of boats, so i slide up to them to find out what was going on. I was puzzled to see about three big dents down the side of one of the boats, and that is when i saw it. The smashed remains of the crimson and black, another boat was fishing Ariel out of the water and rushing her over to a waiting ambulance. As we pulled up to the dock we quickly tied off and bound up the stairs two at a time and into the car just as Aunt Melissa gunned it in reverse and tailed the ambulance to the hospital. We sat in the waiting room, a family friend named Erin, who happened to be a cop with the local police, walked up, she was slightly chubby with golden rod colored hair and looked at us. "Mel, kids, i am so sorry to hear about Ariel. I hope she is ok," she said, "From the information i have collected she jumped the wave of a passing boat and then crashed with another boat losing control in the air...." She was cut short by the doctor, "I am Doctor Sanders, I reget to inform you that Ariel has passed due to truama to the head and neck from colliding with the boat." My heart sank from my chest as my aunt collapsed to the floor screaming out.
