The sinking city

My wet shoes are heavy , as I drag them to the air tanks. Slapping my wet,wetsuit on as quickly as I can,the water is rising up to my waste.The bright yellow air tanks seem as heavy as a 26 gear bike.The gleaming water is up to my neck as I shove the air mask onto my face.

Franticly swimming towards the old beaten up door,I pull with all my might to open it.The door doesn't buge,all the blood drains from my face so I look like a vampire.Everything seems hopeless to try and open the dumb door.Then I get an idea.Opening the weak soggy window I look back,say my last goodbyes to the home I love and float out.

Schools of fish zoom past me.Pods of dolphins play around.Groups of mermaids swim gracefully like they rule the world.Water reflects of the sparkling rocks.Suddenly a load roar of a moater is right beside me.