The Whisper of a - Another Extract

The boy with the dreadlock hair, from school, sat infront of the Pool, his eyes gliding cheekily across the crystal water.
He had glass beads threaded on the ends of his hair, inside the fushia pink glass out-layer,mysterious liquid was floating around like a cloud lost in the sky.
He turned to me then, as I darted behind the ferns, and he smiled, his eyes fiery and dark, like a dusky night.
Then a dark and misty cloud surronded him, enveloping him, a sheet of sparkling silk....
His eyes turned dark like an endless tunnel and his mouth opened in a painful O.
Suddenly he jumped.
Straight into the depths of the Pool.
And the water engulfed him, like he was merely a speck of dust and for a split second it turned murky black, but almost instantly, it regained its crystal clear.
Out of the water, came the Dreadlock boy.
Except........it wasn't the Dreadlock Boy.