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This witch likes tickling and eating people. But besides that she's not to bad of a person
This choice: Abigail:16:Native American girl, long black hair, likes to swim  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Swim, Abigail! SWIM!

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Time seemed to stretch and elongate itself, making her entire history class longer and lethargic. Cramped in a room with the accumulated body heat of everyone’s, Abigail felt a droplet of sweat flowing down the side of her neck, sending a tingling sensation. So warm and humid in here, the air itself was almost suffocating as he brain was slowly being deprived of fresh oxygen which led to her drowsy and sleepy state of mind. Her head felt like it weighed as much as a watermelon, unable to keep support it, she let her head lay flat down on the desk with her arms cushioning it from below. Eyeing on the projected screen of the PowerPoint slides that they students were supposed to take down, she remained resting, merely listening to the teacher’s voice while blankly staring at the screen.

As soon as the school bell rung, a spark of hope led her to believe that she was going to make it out of it alive. With this class over, school was essentially over for the day, but she stayed afterschool to practice swimming, an afterschool club that she was a member of. Entering the girl’s locker room, Abigail prepared to change into her swimsuit until she realized in utter shock that her swimsuit wasn’t inside her backpack. It was too late to return home now since all the buses had left by now, so the girl with long black hair entered the swimming pool while sitting at on a bench near the side. If she couldn’t participate, she might as well watch and observe her classmates swim.

While most of the girls were still in the locker room, a few of them were early, swimming laps back and forth from start to end and then reverse in freestyle. Suddenly, a peculiar source of light under the water caught her attention. It was bright yet almost swirling. Leaving her seat, Abigail strode towards the edge of the swimming pool in her pink flip-flops to get a closer look and also to ask if the other swimmers could see it. However, just as she approached towards the pool, she failed to notice the ground being slippery wet, and as she stepped onto the puddle, she slipped forward and plummeted into the water.

Upon surfacing back up above the water level, she gasped for air and breathed heavily. Now, her sleeveless baby blue shirt and short jeans (a few inches longer her underwear) were drenching wet. Embarrassed at first, she brushed her accident from her mind easily when she glimpsed at the bright light below her. Holding her breath, she dived under the water, swimming closer and closer to the source of light, and what she saw was quite magical and sparkling.

An aura-like white swirling light laid flat on the floor of the pool, big enough for a human to fit in. The black-haired girl was hovering right above it as she scrutinized the strange illuminating light with her very own eyes. Being a swimmer, she could hold her breath for a great deal of time, so she didn’t have to resurface for a while. However, as Abigail touched the white light with her outstretching hand, she wouldn’t be resurfacing at all for her entire body was sucked right into the white light. Upon engulfing her entire body, the light shrunken smaller and smaller until it vanished.

Wanting to scream, she knew she couldn’t for she was still underwater. Everything around her was bright as the sun, beaming directly at her eyes, but soon the light disappeared. She managed to make out her surroundings. Everything was murky dark, and she appeared to be inside a cramped pipeline. Still submerged in water, she continued holding her breath. Behind her was a dead end, and if she wanted to breathe air again, she better swim forward in hopes of resurfacing again.

After swimming a good fifteen meters, she exited the pipeline, ending up in a larger scope of never-ending shadowy water. As of now, she quickly swam upwards for her time of holding her breath was running short. By the time she resurfaced, she gasped for air while coughing and panting. Looking around, she found herself at a…

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