take you home later. Yes, I will.
I don't wish to go back home.
We're going swimming but it is
a long walk. Too bad we don't drive.
I wish we could. Me too. This is
it. We're here. It's a creek? Yes,
is that a problem? It's not that
deep. It's not what I expected.
Look, the bridge is the main
event. He jumped off! That has
to be thirty feet! Surely you don't
expect me to jump off! What,
you can keep your clothes on.
Just step up on the railing. No,
I'll slip. I'll hold you. You think
I trust you? You'll have to.
You'll be the first girl to jump.
Even Streeter can do it. My
watch--I'll hold it. My belt--
I'll hold it. My shoes--will stay dry.
Stop making excuses and jump
or I'll push you. Here comes a
car. Take no heed. Jump. You kids
should not be jumping off this
bridge. It's reckless. Promise me
that you will stop. Yes, we will.
Good she's gone. Does this mean
that I can get down? No, jump.
Don't think, just do. The water's
how deep? Five and a half feet. Dave's
six foot and he's fine, so jump! I can't
breathe. It's not that high. It's too
high. Not that high. You can do this!
Author notes
This is a conversation between two friends, a boy and a girl. It's kind of confusing but I think that is what makes it interesting. Can you follow the different characters? This is a true story that happened in my life when one of my friends told me to jump off a bridge on a hot day for fun. I was terrified. (Just so you know...I jumped and it was fantastic. I've gone back a few times)
This could also be taken as a poem about suicide with the devil on your shoulder telling you what to do. If you read it that way, just know that I am not suicidal.
