My Grandma's Cliffside

Chapter 1 (Told by Blaire)

     My hands were starting to hurt after a while because they were pressed against the plane window for so long. The ground was so far below! The fluffy white clouds were so close, I felt like I could jut reach out and touch them.
     I was so lost in thought that the announcer scared me half to death.
     "Next stop, England" the announcer said. That was my stop. Every summer my parents fly me the England to meet my grandma. Don't ask why; it's a long story.
     I leaned back into my chair and let it sink me in. The plane seemed to disappear as I slipped into sleep.

     "Dropping off at England in five minutes!" I woke with a start and checked my phone. 4:00 PM. Good. Almost there on time. I thought. Just then, the plane started to descend.
     The door opened and I grabbed my purse. I rushed out and into the airport that I knew so well. My grandma saw me and rushed over to embrace me, as usual.
     "Blaire my dear! You've grown so beautiful over the year. Got a boy chasing after you yet?" She asked, cracking herself up. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
     "No, grandma. Not yet," I answered.
     "Goodness child! Your fifteen! You should have a guy by now," she smirked.
     "Let's get going," I said, changing the subject. We headed out to her grey Bugatti Chiron. She's very rich ,as you can imagine.
    We raced away to her cliff side home.

     When we pulled in, I raced to the front doors. The Cliffside house stood tall. The windows stood around 5 feet tall, and the bedrooms were about 10 feet wide. I walked into the living room and looked up. The ceiling was so high, I couldn't even see it all. I ran to my usual room on the third floor.
The room was ten feet wide and twelve feet long. On the opposite side of the room was a HUGE window that had a splendid view of the cliff and water. My bed was a luscious king-sized-bed, and my closet was the size of my bedroom in the USA. I went to the closet and picked out a different outfit.
I chose a strawberry red blouse and ripped jeans. I stepped onto the balcony and decided that I would go for a walk.
I went down the stairs and yelled for my grandma.
"IM GOING FOR A WALK GRANDMA!" I yelled. I heard a faint: "ok!" And I headed out.
     I didn't bother putting on shoes. The grass felt so luxurious. It was a soft green and it felt like I was walking on Memory Foam pillows. The sky was a baby blue that was full of puffy, pink clouds. It looked kind of like cotton candy.
     I got to my favorite place in my grandmas hillside. It had a beautiful view of the sunset. I sat down and looked around. I was about six feet off the ground. The Atlantic water churned beneath me. I realized that I'd never been in those waters.
     The sunset was to die for. The golden sun half below the earth, the cotton candy sky, and the hills and cliffs all around, bouncing the light back to the sun.
     I was in such awe, that I didn't realize that I was sliding off the cliff. I struggled to pull myself back into position, when I fell. I screamed so loud, my lungs hurt.
     I fell and fell, until my body splashed into the cold waters of the Atlantic, and the darkness engulfed me.