Falling

Journal entry in class, short story.

As he looked out from the roof of the building, he took a deep breath, and thought through everything one more time.  He wasn't sure if this was right, but he was ready to do it nonetheless.  He was about 40 stories up, and nothing was between him and the cold hard pavement below him.  He took one last breath, and jumped.  He had perfect form.  He looked like a skydiver with the perfect form he had.  He felt like a bird.  The people looked up and started to scream.  As he passed the twenty-eighth floor, he felt his phone ring in his pocket.  He then immediately realized: He was on the wrong building at the wrong time, and at the wrong charity event.  He pulled the cord on his parachute which had the logo of the charity he was supposed to be at.  He then quickly landed, got in his car, and hoped that traffic would be light enough for him to make is across town in twenty minutes.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Brooklyn Mcpherson]

cool story! thought is was gonna be a.... different story....