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"𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬" ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs "𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭" -> 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬


"𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬" ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs "𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭" -> 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬

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NOT LISTENING TO JOHN B'S WORDS, WILLOW ENDED UP CALLING SARAH. They were planing to have a sleepover after this party Sarah was going to. Every time Will saw Sarah Cameron, she'd catch more feelings.

Now, Low and John B had got back from getting the tanks. "This is empty. You took empty tanks?" Kiara asked John B, as sat down next to her. "This is a quarter full, enough for one person." She told the group. "Does anyone know how to dive? Anybody?" Kie questioned her friends. "Actually I do," Will raised her hand. "I took swimming classes, back at home, since I was five." She told the group. "Anyone else? It's kind of a kook sort." JJ ignored Low. "I just said I could dive?" Willow said.

"I know that, but your just so fragile and tiny, no offense. We don't want you to go down there. We'll just sacrifice John B." JJ continued. "Thanks JJ." John B sarcastically thanked his friend. "Anytime Bree." "I read about it." Pope volunteered. "Great, Pope read about it and y'all don't want Will to go, so someone's gonna die." Kiara gave up.

"Look, you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?" JJ demonstrated. "If you come up too fast, nitrogen get into your blood and you get the bends." Pope and Will both explained to JJ. "Bends, like, bend over and-." JJ bent over. "JJ, baby, the bends kill you." Willow told him. "I-I can, I can dive." John B said. "You can dive. I'm cool with that." JJ expressed his feelings.

"You can dive? Why didn't you say anything before?" Will wondered. "No, Low, he can't dive. Since when can you dive?" Kiara asked her friend. "I'll do it. It's fine." The Routlage boy reassured. "Let me do some calculations real quick." Pope got up and got a paper. "That boat's about thirty feet down." Willow explained. "So, it'll take twenty-five minutes at that depth." Pope continued, writing on the paper. "Which means you need to make your safety stop at about ten feet. Ok? For two minutes." Will added the calculations together.

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