This is a creative writing piece about my friend almost drowning. It has four parts to it, each tells the same story from a different perspective.

The Pool Flashing red and blue dominated the room. Video games were all he could see; nothing could tear him away. Engulfed in sounds of race cars and yelling fans, he sat there, clueless. No noise penetrated his ears. Fingers ran across controls at light speed, his mind focused completely on the game. <Tab/>The sun rose, leaving a glare on the television screen. Images of the crashing cars hid behind …

…impact on her everyday life. <Tab/>I sit there and watch them fight, wondering whom to blame for that day. While her mother blames her husband, and Tim blames his father, Theresa knows no blame. Although now it is a joke to the three of them, with the emphasis on her still being here, Tim and Patty remember what really happened; a father's neglect, a near fatality, and the broken glass.