I heard kids moaning, while looking down into the muddy depths of the water, from the creaking, rattling, broken bridge.
I saw scales manoevering through the water towards us. Beady eyes scanned the water beneath the bridge.
I felt something slimy brushing past my hanging leg. A shiver ran down my spine.
Did I see jaws open wide or were those reeds?
Was school really worth it?
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