The cold water rushed against my bare legs as I sat alone on the beach. The sky was turning a dark blue and the clouds were starting to make way for the moon. By this time, everyone was starting to pack up their things and head back towards their hut. When it was time for us to leave, I had told my Mother that I wanted to stay for a couple more minutes. A couple more minutes turned into hours and now, here I was: planning my escape from the island I once called home.
I looked out onto the island, taking in it’s essence one more time. Goodbye, home.
My life will begin soon.
Answer:
The noise and confusion make him want to throw himself from the second-story window.
Explanation:
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The answer is D, bc when you flashback, you go back in time to when something happened
