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A Stupid Mistake Changed Everything
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement sept. 20, 2013
My name is Tateum Ray Johnson, I am 17, and this is the story of how I screwed everything up in my life, by just one mistake... my friends and I had been out all night. We were on our summer senior trip in Honolulu, Hawaii. We had been to a beach party and we had been drinking and smoking. We walked to the edge of the dock. It was 2 A.M. We saw the sign but thought nothing of it. They all dared me to jump in. I mean what could hurt of a little midnight dip. Sure there was no lifegaurd but I will only jump off and be in for 5 minutes tops. I stand on the edge of the railing. They start to count down... 5... What the hell am I doing... 4... I could die... 3... There's no life guard... 2... All the things that could happen... 1... Oh what the hell! I dove in. Worst mistake ever. Just as I came up for air I felt it. The cold closeness at my feet. I saw the gray moving object. That was the last thing I remember before being tugged into the depths of the water. The pain traveling up my left leg. I went into blackness, I heard the muffled screams above as I faded out. The next thing I remember is waking up in surgery to see 3/4 of my left leg was...gone...
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