TITLE: The Reaping of Norah Bentley
GENRE: YA Paranormal Romance
I should have died that night.
The rip current was too strong. I could feel it--a rush of smooth water at my ankles, weaving through them like a snake and pulling me off balance, pulling me out to sea. And the shore was already so far away now. A small crowd of people had gathered on it, and from this distance through my salt-stung eyes they all blurred together into one giant, shadowy figure, pointing and yelling things I couldn't hear over the roar of the waves.
The pressure on my ankles increased, swept my feet out from under me.
I'd meant to get away. I wanted to hide, because I was tired of all the fighting, disgusted with my parents for not being able to get along for even a single weekend so we could have a normal, enjoyable family vacation. I didn't mean to get this far away, though.
The current pulled me under again. I found the gritty ocean floor under my feet and pushed, managed to resurface long enough to gulp down a few breaths of air tainted with salt. The rip current gave one final, powerful tug and then seemed to dissipate, and for a moment there was an eerie sort of calm. Then I saw it: a dark wall of water, edged with white foam and glittering in the moonlight as it grew taller and taller, pushing forward, the center pulling into itself until it collapsed, breaking over me and slamming me down into the ocean floor.