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When I'm here it's just me. Me and the caress of the wetness around  

me. Down here my thoughts are unknown and my screams are carried away  

by the current. My secrets are safe here. I am safe here.

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I woke up to the sound of my name being called. Then chuckles. I  

didn't raise my head head until the third call and I prop it up in the  

palm of my hand with my eyes still closed.

"Ms. Hunter now, I know you have been busy with swim team and all. Yes  

I see how hard you work. But can you save some of that energy and hard  

work for class? I don't want to tell coach Sable that her star fishy  

is a rotting fishy in my classroom." Mr. Turnney pleaded. He wasn't a  

horrible teacher. Not the best but he did his job well. It's the  

subject matter that had me counting sheep.

"Alright Mr. Turnney I'll work harder on not falling asleep in your  

classroom. I'll put my all into not letting Poe and the greats put me  

to sleep." the class chuckled again. I still had my eyes closed but I  

could see Mr. Turnney's pale white face turn bluish purple. He should  

learn to breathe.

"That's just fine Ms. Hunter. I'll make it even easier for you. Get  

out. Now."

I opened my eyes. His arm was raised exposing the sweat marks from his  

underarms. His finger shaking towards the door.

"Really?" 

"Yes. Really."

I sat up not really knowing how I felt. I knew I had fucked up this  

time. I grabbed the poetry book I was using as a pillow and threw it  

in my bag. I got up and moved towards the door through the thick  

silence. They knew I had fucked up too.

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Instead of going to the office like I was suppose to, I left school. I  

walked to the parking lot to my truck. It's a '83 Jeep Cheeroke. Sun  

faded sky blue and wood grain to match. I begged my dad to buy it for  

me. It spoke to me. I got in and threw my bag in the passenger seat  

then turned the ignition. The key had broken off inside years ago. I  

often wondered how. The engine roared to life and I reved it making  

smoke jump out of the exhaust. Cum'on boy, let's go.

I drove. I didn't know where I was driving to. Just driving. I caught  

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