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It's piling on top of me. No matter what I do, I continue to be stressed. I've been working my butt off. I'm sinking in summer homework because I procrastinated. Maybe I should stop writing on OneWord and get back to said homework...
I'm so tired. "Stay awake. You'll be fine." she tells me. No I won't, I'm going to die. I'm going to die a peaceful, happy death. Poison is such a funny thing. We're on our way to the hospital now, but I know it will be too late. "Goodbye," I say with a smile. I close my eyes and it's over.
I lined up the bow carefully, knowing that if I didn't make this shot, chance of survival was equal to zero. I pulled back hard; it was a long shot. There he was, yelling at another member of his group for letting me escape. Typical. I aimed it right at his head and released. It fle two inches too high. I quickly reached back for another arrow. Uh oh.
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