My toes danced up and down on the edge of the wooden dock. I felt the splinters poking me gently on the balls of me feet, never actually breaking the skin. I closed my eyes and breathed in the summer air.
Perfect.
That's what today was, perfect. I opened my eyes briefly to look at Chase. He was smiling and laughing and cheering with the others. Everyone was clapping and yelling, cheering me on to free-fall off the deck and into the lake. I smiled back at all of them and closed my eyes. I spread my arms wide, body facing the water, ready to let myself drop in.
But then I stopped.
I had a better idea, one that would make me unique to the others, one that would make me seem brave and dangerous.
Slowly, standing completely on my tiptoes, I turned around until I was facing away from the water. Then I backed up as far as I could, until my tiptoes were just barely on the edge of the dock, and the heels of my feet were hanging above the water.
I heard the cheers get even louder as the others realized that I was going to free fall into the water backwards.
I laughed, feeling completely happy, and then let myself drop into the water.
YOU ARE READING
Going, Going, Gone
Teen FictionTabitha Morgan, on the run from war in futuristic America, begins a psychological downward spiral as she struggles with the recent death of her family and her feelings for her fellow runaway.
