once we crossed the bridge...

Once we crossed the bridge, it was only 2 miles till Deadman's Bluff. Our muddy, red jeep took the rocky road well with its 4-wheel drive. There was a sense of excitement in the car, yet you could also feel the nerves; a fifty foot drop into water is not a short jump. So why were these 3 girls doing somethin that they were so nervous about? Maybe it was for the rush, the excitement, maybe just for the pride of it. But whatever the reason, they weren't turning around now. We got out of the car in our swimsuits and flipflops. All three of us leaned just enough over to peak over the edge. It was so far up; the view was almost nauseating. We silently looked at eachother and whipped our fists out ..... rock- paper - scissors. I lost both matches, which means I'm first. I knew it was all mental. I just had to do it... don't think about it and don't doubt anything. I tried to psych myself up by thinking about the hundreds of people who had done this before me. And with one last deep breath, I leaped over the edge.... AAAAHHHHHH!


The End


~eec
P.S. This story is not true. lol.