Open your phone and look at the last text message you received . Then use this in some way in your following piece .

She grinned suddenly and took his hand. `` C'mon. Dare you.'' 
 
 He shook his head, looking nervously at the drop below them. 
 
 `` Ten feet, tops,'' she insisted. `` And the lake's deep.'' 
 
 He did n't want to. But the pressure of her hand against his was warm, insistent, tugging, and stupidly - oh, so stupidly! - he squeezed his eyes shut tight and nodded. 
 
 `` One,'' she counted, giggling. `` Two...'' 
 
 And she pulled. Hard. The pair of them tumbled, half-jumping half-falling, into the lake, hitting the water with a splash that sent them spiralling down into the gloom. When he surfaced she was beside him, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. 
 
 `` See? Definitely worth it!'' she cackled. 
 
 He grinned in spite of himself. 
 
 That was when her face changed. Paled. Her gasping for air stopped being funny as she started thrashing around in the water. A horrible rust-coloured stain began to float up from beneath her - horrible at first because he did n't know what it was; even more horrible afterwards, when he did. 
 
 `` Go!'' she shrieked at him, her voice hoarse. `` Get out! Go!'' 
 
 `` What's wrong?'' he asked. But he knew. It could only be one thing. 
 
 She croaked the words through lips rapidly draining of blood. **'' The fanny piranhas have arrived...'' ** 
 
 ( Yeah. Not my best. But when you know there's a message like that at the top of your inbox you've got to give this a go... ) 
 

