Your character is swimming in a lake/bay. She squints at a shape coming toward her in the water. What does she think she sees?

I float on my back, on top of the balmy water in the bay. Sighing in contentment, I close my dark violet eyes against the harsh midday sunslight of summer.

I snuck out of the Crystal Palace, away from the etiquette teachers who were hounding me about dancing, and proper posture and how not to smile when bored, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Today is my fifteenth birthday and Father forgot it, again. Nic came by in the morning and gave me the nicest gift I could have ever asked for–a digi-holo...