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     I'm dragged upwards. A rush of cold air comes.

      "What happened?"

     "Is he breathing?"

       "Everyone get out of my way. Now," I hear my teacher, Ms. Anderson command. "Are you okay?"

       Breathe. I open my eyes. I cough. I gaze up. I'm surrounded by my classmates. Their wide eyes are staring right at me. I open my mouth to talk. I try to say something. Nope. I twist my head to the side and vomit. I hear gagging sounds and loud footsteps walking away from me.

         "What happened did you forget to swim?" She asks while walking around the pile of vomit.

          "I fell...and I hit my head-I think," I answer. She looks concerned

         "Well then why didn't you say something! Go to the nurse's office and get that checked out," she commands as she walks away.

           I get up and into the locker room. I change as fast as I can. The same words keep repeating in my head. It wasn't an accident. It had to mean something right? A kid playing in water saying "It wasn't an accident" it has to mean something. Maybe it was just a hallucination, that's probably it. By the time I get out of the locker room the bell rings and school is over. I don't bother going to the nurse's office. I saunter home instead. I swing open the door. It squeaks. I can hear the television roaring in the living room. Through the door, I see my dad. He had stubble on his face and a hockey jersey on. 

           "You're home," my dad states "you're usually at track practice right?"

              "Yeah. I felt sick so I skipped," I reply. The words taste bitter. 

              I sit down next to him on the couch. Instead of watching the television I stare at the photos on the tables underneath it. My older brother Josh wasn't in any. He was seven. He died a long time ago when I was five. I was too young to know what happened so I never got to find out how.

            "Hey dad, what happened to Josh?"  I blurt out. My dad drops the remote.

            "He died," my dad responds in a melancholy tone.

             "I know-but-like how?" I question.

              "He drowned."

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