The Queue Jumper

Kayla was gaping at the lifeguard. Sami saw her chance and cut ahead of the distracted tween in queue for the waterslide. As Kayla woke from her lascivious reverie, she noticed the bikini-clad girl (who didn’t fill out that bikini near enough to wear it, she thought) had slipped past her. “You cut!” Kayla yelled at the queue-jumper. Sami ignored her and waited for the lifeguard’s whistle to signal her turn. “You cut, you flat bitch,” snarled Kayla at the insouciant wrongdoer. “I will cut a bitch,” Sami snapped in a warning staccato cadence, lashing out to backhand the inattentive girl. Her ring caught Kayla’s cheek, drawing a hot red line stretching across her cheek. Kayla’s hand instinctively moved to her face as she gaped in mutely accusing opprobrium. Sami, realizing escalation was inevitable, grabbed the stupid girl, swung her around, and threw her down the chute. The lifeguard, unaware or indifferent to the kerfuffle, heard Kayla’s wailing scream as she plummeted without a protective mat down the watery tube. After thirty seconds of horror and hair-tingling shrieks, Kayla shot out of the tube in a mixture of chlorinated water and blood into a pool of shocked and curious children.