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I woke up sharp at 4 o clock, when the mother crow wakes up to disturb our sleeps and the sun does not rise yet. Yes i woke up at dawn to go to school as fast as possible so that i did not have to face all those 7 again.

I slipped into my uniform hurriedly tying my hair and went to the kitchen. Fishing a granola bar and a Gatorade from the refrigerator I went out of the door, closing it softly so as to not wake up anybody.

The sun had just started to peep out from behind the high rise buildings. I decided to walk around the lake a few time, till it was almost 6 so I could head to school. The sky looked pretty clear today. I also had my iPod and book with me. Good ways to pass time.

I headed towards the lake, biting on the granola bar, lost in my thoughts. Well, actually I had no thoughts to think about. So my mind was basically blank.

I reached the park and sat down on a bench. Nobody was around. Don't people walk these days or what? Well that's not my place to set an opinion. Suddenly in the corner of the lake my eyes fell on a couple of brightly coloured fish, swimming in a shoal.

How cute...

I walked close and sat down near the bank of the lake. I took little crumbs of granola bar and spread it over to the fishes. But they were starting to move away.

"Aish...come one....don't abandon me. Bad fishies...."

I bend a little bit more to reach out when my foot gripping lossened and I slipped, jerking forward and falling into the water.

Mud filled murky water surrounded me and entered my nostrils. The banks were not at all shallow. On the contrary it was quite deep. My body continued to sink deeper and deeper and I kept on thinking well maybe a prince charming will come and save me. But no...nobody came.

It was me for myself. I could not even shout. With my remaining strength I lurched forward and kicked at the water. I knew how to swim I could save my self. This was easier said than done. My clothes and bag were dragging me down. I let go of the bag, which sort of somehow floated to the top though by the laws of nature it wasn't supposed to. I kicked frantically. Finally some progress. I had almost reached the surface when my foot got tangled in a weed. I cursed as water travelled up my mouth.

I bend down in the water and reached for the weed. I tugged and pulled at it, finally getting free. I swam toward the surface, not stopping once. I reached out and grabbed the banks and hurled myself on the banks. I sat down on the grass, gasping for breath and taking in deep breaths. Little tears trickled down my face.

I looked at the watch. It was already 8 o clock. No point in going to school I would have missed the first period any way.

I walked around a bit, on the streets all soaking wet, till I reached a public washroom. I went inside and changed into my gym clothes. A white t shirt and trackpant. I dried my hair, with a small hand towel I had and headed out. Walking the streets I decided to feed myself at a street food shop. I had not got my lunch box anyway.

I looked at my watch. It was almost 4 o clock in the evening. Time passes too fast. I could probably spend some more time on the road and then head back to my so called home.

~6 hours later~

I walked in the doors of Namjoons big house. Everybody was seated in the living room, a pensive mood hanging  in the air. The creaking of the door made everyone look my way.Jungkook gave a small gasp, the fold on Jins forehead straightened themselves and he heaved a sigh. Yoongi looked like he would start storming about the house. They all looked pretty worried.

What I hadn't noticed was an extremely angry Namjoon stomping towards me.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE....HOW WORRIED YOUR FRIENDS WERE? DO YOU?"

I opened my mouth to answer when a sudden black mass hit me on the back of my head and my whole body crumpled , losing all consciousness. I slumped forward and was almost going to hit the ground when someone's arms wrapped themselves around me, providing me with a cushion.

I heard a number of voices calling my name and then all blacked out.

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