*purely fictional*
*just something I wrote in English class*
I watch as Dalton leaps across the gap in the bridge.
"C'mon, Mac, pick up the pace, man!" He says, smirking at me from across the gap.
"Dalt, I don't think this is a good idea." I warn, but he just laughed.
"Of course it's not a good idea. But it's a fun one."
I look down into the the chasm below; jagged rocks line the bottom and a small stream runs through. Running fingers through my hair, I examine the bridge I'm standing on closely. It's very old, with deteriorating planks suspended by threadbare ropes. I take a deep breath. If I don't jump, Dalton will never let me forget it. So I step a few feet back and prepare myself. All I have to do is jump over a three feet wide gap, right?
As I begin to run towards the gap, I notice my shoe untied. Oh well, it's too late now. Dalton stands on the other side, smirking and cheering me on. Picking up speed, I catch my shoe lace on my other shoe.
I awkwardly half-jump, just getting far enough to hook my fingers on the other side. My legs dangle uselessly above the chasm as I try to pull myself up. But having eight fingers hooked on rotting wood doesn't give me enough leverage to pull up.
"MacKenzie!" Dalton screams, running towards me. His eyes are wide and flooded with fear. The bridge shakes violently at his pounding feet. He is a few feet away when I start to lose my grip.
"Dalton! Stop running!" I cry. Dalton quickly tries to grab my hands, but I'm only holding on with two fingers.
I feel the wind rush past my face as I fall, hearing Dalton screaming one hundred feet above me.
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