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Perspective
Kuana‘ike
From a position of sight or knowledge.
I didn’t know if I was swimming or walking—nothing made sense.
I kept my eyes on Maka as she moved ahead of me, traveling over mountains and canyons stretching for miles below. In the ocean around me, I could sense creatures fleeing as far and as fast as they could.
I didn’t blame them.
I was a monster.
I’d hide from myself if I could.
Maybe I can.
If I never come back, I can’t hurt anyone ever again.
Oh, Jay.
Stop it, I told myself. Sharks don’t cry.
A period of darkness, then light again as watery sunlight leaked its way through the shadows. The water around me grew cool, then cold, colder than the time I walked into the ice cream freezers at the Aloha Dairy on the eighth grade field trip.
Back then Ms. Robinso
