Ethan's hands shook and his peers watched intently as he read his personal narrative. Some of his classmates laughed and some of them shot him looks of sympathy. He walked back to his seat and Mr. Modelo put a hand on Ethan's shoulder, "Ethan, is everything alright? Do you need help?" he asked.

Ethan shook his head, "No one can help me. Nothing can save me. I'm already drowning and it's too late."

Mr. Modelo frowned and said, "I'm going to call someone. I need to call someone. You need someone." and then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

Later that day, the distressed boy was taken away.