Preface

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"I gasped for air as the water slowly pulled me down. The first person I thought of was Zayn, for I knew he couldn't swim. Beyond my sight, my bandmates and people I recognize were searching for me as they're in a rescue boat. I called for help but they did not hear me. I called again. 'HELP ME!' I try to swim towards them but the waves push me away. I feel tiny particles from the crash pierce my legs and the salty water tripled pain. Then my arms gave up and the current was in  control of where I was going. The last thing I remembered was the rescue boat moving further away and everything went black."

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