I was at the top of a building. I looked off the side and saw cars below. The wind rushed through my hair. I held onto the railing that went around the top. I thought twice about this decision that I would be making. One of my hands slipped off the rail. I quickly grabbed back on. Just that little slip sent my heart racing.
I was too sacred. I couldn't do it. I went to go back over the rail, but both of my hands slipped off. And this time, I couldn't grab back on.
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Short Story"I just smile." A girl knows no other than to smile, abandoning all other feelings. But will you really be happy, if all you do is smile?
