All of that side of the family was there. Every one of my cousins and my brother and sister were jumping off of a cliff ointo the water. I was mortified byof the thought of jumping into the water from that height. Everyone called me chicken for not jumping. The thought of being more chicken than my big brother, who is, by the way 15 seconds older than me, made me so furious. I decided that I would show them who’s chicken by jumping off of the cliff. I pulled myself onto the edge where the grass and water met. I struggled to lunge myself onto the first open foot -space that was high up. The thought of jumping off of the cliff was horrible, but being called chicken was way worse than that. S so I did not stop. I kept climbing miles up what
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It felt as if it was about to come bursting out of me. I stood there with a blank stare, breathing hard as if I had just ran a marathon. It wasn’t that I was tired from climbing the cliff, it was simply the thought of, oh I don’t know, possibly, JUMPING OFF OF A CLIFF! Just considering it made me want to throw up. At that moment I realized, almost every one up there was starring at me. So at that awkward moment I carefully walked over in the back of the line. Next thing I know people started jumping again. A sigh of relief came out of my dry mouth. I did not sigh of boredom, I sighed at the relief of all the attention being drawn off of me and back to the water. The line was moving very fast, to fast for me to anticipate. Before I knew it I was next in line to jump. With my sister behind me and my brother behind her, I stood there helplessly. My sister told me to go or else, and if she says something like that she means business. I decided not to mess with her and go. So I counted to three aloud. “One.., two…, three!” I ran full speed as if there was nothing in my way. Then suddenly right as I approach the edge I see a huge rock under me. I put the brakes on fast and stop literally two inches away from the edge and stepped
It felt as if it was about to come bursting out of me. I stood there with a blank stare, breathing hard as if I had just ran a marathon. It wasn’t that I was tired from climbing the cliff, it was simply the thought of, oh I don’t know, possibly, JUMPING OFF OF A CLIFF! Just considering it made me want to throw up. At that moment I realized, almost every one up there was starring at me. So at that awkward moment I carefully walked over in the back of the line. Next thing I know people started jumping again. A sigh of relief came out of my dry mouth. I did not sigh of boredom, I sighed at the relief of all the attention being drawn off of me and back to the water. The line was moving very fast, to fast for me to anticipate. Before I knew it I was next in line to jump. With my sister behind me and my brother behind her, I stood there helplessly. My sister told me to go or else, and if she says something like that she means business. I decided not to mess with her and go. So I counted to three aloud. “One.., two…, three!” I ran full speed as if there was nothing in my way. Then suddenly right as I approach the edge I see a huge rock under me. I put the brakes on fast and stop literally two inches away from the edge and stepped