The Suicide Pact

Part 1: (Carter's POV)

I choke and gasp for air. My arms flail frantically and my legs kick hard. I can't breathe. All of my oxygen will soon be gone. Finally, before I feel like I'm going to drown, the hand on top of my head releases. I pop out of the water and suck in the air in huge gulps.
Once I recollect myself, I look around. There is nobody to be seen. That bastard! I pull myself out of the pool and sit on the edge. Well, I suppose I'd better share about how I got into this whole mess. My name is Carter Brown, and no matter how hard I try, it seems that I'm a constant target for bullies. I go to West Side middle school and I'm in the eighth grade and currently 14 years old. Today was a normal day for the most part. I walk into the school, get to my locker and put my backpack away. Right as I turn around, there he is. Jackson Smith, one of the biggest, meanest douchebags in the whole school. Quite honestly, I'm not surprised. At least once a day, he's there to torment me. This time, he saunters up and says:

 "Hey freak, were you born on a highway? Because that's where most accidents happen!" I snorted, because little did he know that that is one of the lamest insults ever. Then I decided to say:

 "Hey Jackson, why don't you shut up because you'll never be half the man that your mother was!" Big mistake. He grabs me by the shirt and looks me right in my eyes.

 "Okay you asked for it! Meet me at the pool this afternoon after school!" I told him in my bravest voice that I would be there. He let go of my shirt and walked away. On the outside I may have seemed brave, but on the inside I was terrified. So, fast forward through the day, and here I find myself walking down to the pool. I walk in the doors and there he is. He looks over at me with a menacing glare and I walk over to him. He learns toward me, his hot breath on my face. 

"Listen here, you've got some nerve insulting me like that. You are a loser and a lowlife, and nobody cares about you." With that final sentence, he pushed me into the pool. Before I could do anything, he shoved me harder under the water and held my face down. I guess he must have left before I could actually drown, and here we are now. I wrung out as much water as I could from my clothes and I gathered my stuff. On the bike ride home, I thought a lot about what Jackson said. Instead of turning into my neighborhood, I made a slight detour....