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   This is what i have so far of my third short story. I hope you enjoy!

3.5 Kilometers Under The Sea:

        Carl started anxiously rapping his fingernails on the metal dashboard as his sister gave him an irritated look.

        “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Carl folded his hands in his lap. His sister turned her attention back to the radar.

        “You don’t need to be so worried Carl, you-“

        “My name is Doctor Howser.” Carl interrupted.

        “You don’t need to be so worried, Doctor Howser, you’ve been in plenty of submarines before. Why does this one have you so worried?” His sister finished.

        “Because we’ve never been so far down in the ocean before, Katie, we’re exactly 3.5 kilometers below sea level. Plus, this is the oldest, most out dated submarine I have ever laid my eyes on in my entire life!” Carl finished by burying his face in his sleeves.

        Katie adjusted her glasses and started typing on the keyboard that was embedded into the submarine dashboard. “We only have to stay down here for a few more hours. We’ve already survived for over 10 hours. I still don’t see why you’re so worked up about this.”

        Carl replied through his arms. “I don’t know, I just have a particularly bad feeling about this. This is the deepest trench we’ve ever been assigned to explore, and my ears have popped 20 times in the past 5 minutes. Plus, we’re almost out of water!”

        “Carl, are you even thirsty?”

        “No.”

        “Then forget about the shortage of water. If it will make you feel any better, I can start a timer counting down to the time when we start to resurface. Until then, just try to calm yourself down by categorizing any fish that you might see. We still have our research to do.”

        Carl sat up and pushed his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes. He looked at Katie for a long time, and he could tell she was trying not to look at him. He would never be able to understand how she hid her nervousness from him. That is, if she was even nervous at all.

        He stood up and walked over to the wall filled with book shelves, but only occupying notebooks and a few books about marine biology, although Carl could tell anyone everything that was in those book by heart. He picked up a notebook and a pencil, and he carried them over to a desk next to a window.

        Carl gulped and sat down. He opened his notebook and began to write what he saw, although the lack of light didn’t provide very good viewing conditions. None the less, he had 5 pages written after half an hour.

        While he was writing, Carl’s attention was drifting to a high pitched hissing sound. Soon, he couldn’t bear it any longer and began to look around for the source of the noise from his chair.

        “Katie, do you hear that?” Carl looked over at his sister, who had her nose buried in a book about fish.

        “Hear what?”

        “That hissing sound!”

        “No.”

        “Are you kidding me right now?”

        “No, Carl, it’s probably just your imagination.”

        “I don’t fantasize about hissing noises.”

        “I don’t’ want to know what you fantasize about, Carl, just get back to your studies.

        Carl turned back around and decided that his sister was probably right. He continued to tell himself this until he noticed that his feet suddenly felt icy cold and wet.