My face fills with dread. I didn't think it would come so soon, yet here it is. Today is the day. Graduation day. I'll be graduating from school and receiving my mission. If I don't complete the mission I am given adequately, there are consequences. This mission decides whether you live to see the sunrise over the ocean another day, or if you lay at the bottom of the ocean, dead. I've been preparing my entire school career for this, but no one is ever truly prepared. I've heard so many stories of 17 year old girls like me failing and being sent to Davy Jones locker... I can't bear to think of it.