Learning Not to Drown

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by Anna Shinoda


  Tomorrow is the first day of my last summer at home. It’s going to be filled with my friends, secret swim lessons for Chris, and teaching the moms at Loving Hearts to knit. Then, in August—college.

  After the ceremony Drea, Omar, Lala, Chase, Skye, and I gather together, hugging and grinning, arms around necks and waists as flashes spark and cameras click. Ryan makes his way over, slipping in our group photo next to me.

  “Watch out, world. . . . Here they come!” Tonight Dad has traded in his typically goofy jokes for his awkward brand of sincerity. Mom has even dropped most of her rules, just for the occasion. My graduation is, in fact, turning out nothing like I had assumed it would be without Luke here to make sure everything is okay.

  Luke. He isn’t here. It’s a quick, passing thought. He’s not here. And that’s fine with me.

  “Let’s get a family picture,” Mom suggests as she hands her camera to Ms. P. Skeleton squeezes between Peter and me, his bony fingers somewhat comfortable on my shoulder.

  As Ms. P wraps her arms around me and says, “I am so incredibly proud of you,” I feel a sudden pang of sadness mix in with the evening’s exhilaration. It takes me off guard. Leaving my parents behind, and the fresh start that college promises, also means a physical distance between me and Ms. P . . . and my friends . . . and Peter. I hug her back, extra tight, part of me never wanting to let go.

  But a bonfire is waiting, and if my friends have mixed feelings, they aren’t showing it. We walk away from the field, from our parents and our past, laughing, speculating about things our futures will bring. With Ryan’s arm around me, Peter and my friends at my side, any sadness I have dissipates. I look back, watching my parents becoming more distant. Skeleton stands with them, raising his glass of brandy in a toast to me. Tonight is a celebration and he knows he’s not invited. But he doesn’t mind staying behind. He’ll wait, knowing I won’t try to lock him in a closet. And I know he won’t lock me away either.

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

 

 

 


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