I'M A GONNA DIE SO HELP ME DEAR LORD

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   "Okay, I'll take you to "explore"." Said Ashley calmly as i threw my fist up into the air.                                    "OH YEAH BABY. DREAMS DO COME TRUE!!!"I yelled, then we all giggled then left to go EXPLORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  "This is the Eiffel tower, Obviously. Wanna climb to the top?" Ashley asked us. Apparently Abbey has never been up either.                                                                                                                                                                         "HECK YA" Abbey and i yelled at the same time, running up the Eiffel tower steps until we ran out of air on about the 40th stair.                                                                                                                                                              "HOW MANY STUPID STAIRS ARE ON THIS THANG????" I asked, very extremely loudly.                                     "Only 705. There was a lift, you know." remarked Noelle. She one big smart aleck. And kinda sassy.       "DANGNAMEIT!" (Thats just what i yell when i'm mad at myself. It's pronounced Dang-Nam-it so it is NOT Dang Name It."Name what?" SHUT UP)                                                                                                                           "Abbey. I'll race ya up the stairs." We ran as fast as we possibly could and i made it up first, out of breath. Abbey trailed slowly behind me, catching her breath.

    I flung myself onto the long fence around the edges of the Eiffel tower and to my surprise, i fell of the edge (THAT FENCE IS NOT STURDY) and tightly gripped onto the ledge of the tower. Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down... And i looked down. Below me everyone seemed so tiny. Tourist and police and any other random strangers on the scene had their eyes locked onto me. Stalkers. Anyways, i'm about to die. Guards were going up the lifts, telling everyone to SHUT UP and MOVE OUTTA OUR WAY. I was losing my grip. My palms were sweaty and i'm a gonna die. STOP TELLING YOURSELF THAT, KATELYN. My friends were trying to grap my hand without falling down, but when i reached up to grab their hands, i lost grip on my other hand and fell. I kept falling and falling and falling and falling and falling for what seemed like hours. The crowd was staring up at me and in the next second, i blacked out.


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