The world was ending, that much was obvious. But why? Why…
The jump was dangerous they told me. But did I listen? Of course not! The cliff was only 307 feet from the ocean. Yet I had never attempted such a task, at least not in front of the public. I stood on the edge of the cliff. Eyeing the water apprehensively. I turned around again looking at the still growing crowd ready to watch the boy whose ribs showed, the boy who they had heard the stories of dangerous, life endangering stunts. As I turned my back on the news cameras, I looked down to the frothy, choppy waves the would kill any normal person. But I was not normal. I ran to the edge. And I jumped. As I fell I twisted in midair and I hit the water, then my life flashed before my eyes. And the world was ending.
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