What if?

What if I'm just the joke?

I looked around, only Ash and North were here and if I fell then I would be fine, right? I wouldn't like break my neck or anything...

“You gonna do it?" Ash exclaimed as I stood at the wall, ready for a trial run up.

I have to aim to jump about ten or so meters, that's far. That's really far. I can't risk it.

“No way, Finder Girl's gonna jump," someone joined us with three sarcastic claps, “Goodluck bambi."

“No. I think... Wait. Maybe if..." I tried different strategies of running up, trying to figure out how to push off.

“Guys!" He yelled back towards a group of about ten guys. They all strode up as if they owned the place, size zero girls wrapped around them.

“The hottie's a suicidal?"

“Does she look suicidal? No way bambi, but hot-yeah," one of them replied.

“Alphie! What are you talking about? She doesn't even have a nice-" one of the Posse screached.

Alphie. That's new. Am I hot? No way, if I can't get into the Posse then I'm not hot right? I don't even want to be in the Posse, I want to be unknown Ivy.

“What the chicken dipper?" A chubby short boy walks in with another cluster of guys.

“Ivy you really don't have to do this," Ever nudged me lightly.

“Um, I think I'm gonna do it." I exchange glances with Ash and Ever, they both seem excited but really really edgy about this.

I'm just jumping across my death, it's fine.

I try to focus over the commotion, it had begun to get really crowded.

“Any support guys?" I commented as I altered my running distance.

“Whoop whoop! Go Ivy! Go jumping to your death!" Ash joked but then everything went silent in my head.

Focus.

Three, Two, One.

I sped up, faster than I had ever gone before, I took my last step, feeling that last brick before thrusting ((sorry its not dirty)) my whole body forwards into the air. I made my body as streamline as possible before holding out my arms for balance, nearly blowing them off, but then I hit the ground. Those few seconds of flight, freedom were over and it hit hard.

My ankle felt like it had been guillotined off, with spikes of piercing pain running through my leg.

I tried not to show it but the fact that my foot was bent 180° the wrong way may hint it.

“She's down!"  Someone boomed.

“Sunny!" North called. Sunny? What's sunny? I don't feel the sun right now.

“Im right here bambi. Ok, let me see," a girl with a strange resemblance to North came forwards.

I realized that I was already on the floor with people crowded all over me. I was in a bubble, and everyone was pointing and laughing as if trying to pop it.

What if I'm just the joke?