Annika's Room: A Narrative Fiction

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She stumbled and glared at me, but the fear in her eyes overpowered her anger, making it more of a helpless plea. I grinned. Her eyes widened. The warm water ready to pull us to our doom, or so it seemed, rushed past my feet, I held onto the sides so we wouldn’t slide down on accident. The water seemed cold compared to the humidity of the room, forcing me to be warmer than usual, and sending chills up my spine. He looked at the monitor of the slide’s exit and mumbled something under his breath, to low for my ears, then stepped behind me and pushed the slide, so I was sitting on the right, Annika hadn’t moved a muscle, “not that she had any.” Her eyes still saucers. I bit my lip, holding in a
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