Mikael's Umbrella: Chapter 4

"Hello!" called Mikael, waving to the school coach.
"Hello!" Mr. Leiber responded. He'd been the coach for over 20 years. He was a good-natured, humorous man. Mikael was on a vacation to London, but the vacation seemed to be lasting longer than expected. They'd really settled in over the many months they'd been there. His parents had gotten jobs, well-paying enough to buy a small apartment, and he and his sister, Kallia, had joined the school swim team. They'd liked Mr. Leiber from the start. He joked around with the team members and even regular students could expect a silly pun thrown their way if they passed him in the halls. Only the older grades got sports during the school day, and Mikael was lucky enough to be one of them.
"Get into your bathing suits," Mr. Leiber now called, tossing towels toward Mikael and Kallia. They already had towels. Mikael dodged them, but Kallia got hit headfirst with a hotel bunch of towels tied neatly with a pink ribbon. She sank to the ground, giggling.
Mikael used the distraction to walk quickly to the changing rooms. Inside, he changed into his wetsuit from Mr. Leiber's recommended brand and started out of the room when he saw his phone (he'd set it in his locker, which he left open) flash. He ignored it until MISSED CALL blinked on the screen. Too bad. But before the message faded away, he saw the number.
It was Mariah's.

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Mariah, luckily, had thought to look up Mikael's phone number and write it on her hand so she could call him later. Floating on her back in fear, she remembered. It was there, a bit blurry, but still legible. She grabbed her waterproof cased IPhone 4 and tried to call. But no answer came. 

It was her last hope. Mariah dived.