Sirens in Beacon Hills

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Parts 11
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Reads 233
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Parts 11
Time 1h 4m

When I was eight, we were out on a boat in the ocean, enjoying a sunny family day. The waves lapped gently against the hull, and the salty breeze played with my hair. My dad, in his usual carefree manner, had forgotten to put a life jacket on me. I was too young to notice or care, too excited by the adventure.
    
    But then, in the blink of an eye, I lost my balance and tumbled overboard. The world became a blur of bubbles and darkness as I sank, panic gripping my small body. I had never learned to swim, and the water felt cold and unforgiving as it filled my lungs. I remember the terror, the helpless flailing. I died that day...
    
    **A Teen Wolf fan-fiction**All Rights Reserved

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When I was eight, we were out on a boat in the ocean, enjoying a sunny family day. The waves lapped gently against the hull, and the salty breeze played with my hair. My dad, in his usual carefree manner, had forgotten to put a life jacket on me. I was too young to notice or care, too excited by the adventure.
    
    But then, in the blink of an eye, I lost my balance and tumbled overboard. The world became a blur of bubbles and darkness as I sank, panic gripping my small body. I had never learned to swim, and the water felt cold and unforgiving as it filled my lungs. I remember the terror, the helpless flailing. I died that day...
    
    **A Teen Wolf fan-fiction**

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