“Don’t let go” I yell. I reach frantically for a branch on the side of the raging river. The power of the moving water is strong as I reach desperately. So many thoughts running through my mind. How did the car end up in the river? Which friend is holding my leg? My parents will be devastated if I drown. It’s taking every ounce of strength in my six-foot frame to keep my balance. Between the person hanging on my leg and the force of moving water I am nearly drained of all hope. Just another inch! One last lunge.
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