“Ms. Wheeler!” A terror-filled voice entered my hearing. “Clara.”
Water rose up in my chest and I started to spew some. I took my first breath and immediately felt the pain at the back of my throat and chest.
I opened my eyes and was welcomed by a blinding ray of the sun. Mr. Parrish’s worried face was the first thing I saw, hovering over me as droplets of water fell from it. His hair was wet and so was his shirt.
“Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t swim?” Mr. Parrish demanded, his voice raising, almost like a yell. “Why did you jump in?”
The daggers shooting out from my eyes were lethal as I glared at him. I sat up and coughed out the remaining water in the back of my throat before walking towards the direction of my tent, disregarding everyone who gathered around us and weaved thr
