“GO!”
“NO!!! YOU go!”
Pushing the younger boys out of his way, PJ broke through to the edge and went.
All the other boys stayed still, jaws hung open.
It was a long fall. Much longer than it looked. PJ had been free floating for seconds upon seconds, but it seemed to be days upon days. Finally, a splash was heard from below. A few sighs were heard among the shuffling of feet.
“You’re next!” said Lucy as she pushed her little brother off the edge of the cliff. The boy immediately fell forward and decided if he was going down this cliff, he’d go down in style. He swan-dived to the sea below.
“Lucy!!!” Ellen yelled. “PJ hasn’t even come up yet, what the hell….”
Ellen’s voice was overcome by the sounds of applause rolling along the echoing canyon. PJ had resurfaced. Then, slowly, one person at a time began to notice, he wasn’t moving.
Lucy and Ellen stood arm in arm saying silent prayers for their brother. Silently, one by one, the others dispersed, leaving the girls alone on the edge.
This time, when the body broke back up through the water’s edge, no one applauded.