I am one hundred percent going to die.
He’s supposed to be here so I can give him this fucking Drumstick.
Jesus, I’m dying.
My tray knocks the edge of the table. Catches it, then catches my stomach. Crunches out of my hands. My legs buckle.
Darkness slams down.
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LADYCONSTELLATION REVEALED
Posted at 11:03 a.m. on 05 - 06 - 2017 byBlessedJester
Ladies and gentlemen, on this day of days I bring you information long awaited by internet-goers. The true identity of LadyConstellation, the artist notorious for holding her anonymity, has been revealed by none other than a local news source. Click through to the picture, and be amazed.
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emmersmacks:E???
emmersmacks:What happened?!?!
1:16 p.m. (Apocalypse_Cow has joined the message)
Apocalypse_Cow:she’s not around, is she?
emmersmacks:No
emmersmacks:Shes in school right now
emmersmacks:Do you think she knows??
Apocalypse_Cow:no clue.
Apocalypse_Cow:eliza, we’re doing damage control. as much as we can, anyway. but i think this one may be a lost cause ... masterminds sunk their teeth into it
Apocalypse_Cow:and once masterminds gets it, they don’t let go.
CHAPTER 31
My parents put me in swimming lessons when I was younger. A pool of thirty little kids forced to float on their backs and tread water. I’d tripped over my feet in soccer and routinely gotten bowled over in basketball, so I guess they were hoping I’d have more luck as a swimmer.
Back then, I still wanted to please my parents. Iwantedto be good at something; I just wasn’t. I didn’t particularly like swimming, but if I was good at it, I would do it.
I wasn’t good at it. When the instructor tried to teach us dead man’s float—a move everyone else picked up on instinct—I snorted water up my nose and flailed until they said I could stop. But I kept trying.
On the last day of class, one of the boys dared me to dive to the bottom of the deep end. I did it. Or I tried. My fingers touched the bottom and I started back up, only to realize I was running out of air. Three quarters of the way to the top, oxygen deprivation made my vision black and my arms and legs thrash against the water around me. When I broke the surface, the relief of breathing was spoiled by the intensity of my inhaling and the pain of cold air needling my insides. A headache beat through my skull.
Waking up after the cafeteria is like surfacing from the deep end of the pool. Throbbing head, cold air. A narrow hospital room comes into focus around me. My eyes squeeze shut against the brightness overhead.
“Annie, turn down the light.”
