Chapter 32
My hair was all pushed to my right shoulder, falling like a cascade as I looked down at my lap. My hands were intertwined, fingers fiddling with each other. My eyes felt heavy from the lack of sleep I had. It has been like this lately. My stomach felt sick, and I haven't even had any food. I just sat there in silence as Stiles, who was sitting next to me, talked to Mrs. Morrell about the sensations one experiences while drowning. How strong the body fights, through excruciating the pain to avoid opening mouth under water. "That instinct is called voluntary apnea," I heard Mrs. Morrell say. "Is so strong that you pass out before breathing in water" "I think It's peaceful," Stiles said. I could see him restringing the mesh on his lacrosse stick through the corner of my eye. Several days h
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