Falling
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Caitlin Bewley, Grade 7
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Short Story
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2010
If only I could reach it, I promise I will keep it forever, for the rest of my life. It was right there, right in front of me. If only I could just stretch my arm one more… My foot slips, my body tenses, many thoughts rushing through my head as I plummet to my death. All the memories I’ve shared with everyone, all my dreams, my future, all of this and so much more comes to my mind as I fall from the high cliff. I can feel myself trying to grab onto anything close to me. I fall deeper and deeper into the darkness. It’s not a very nice thought that I’m about to die, falling to my death, and all because I was trying to reach the one thing that was dearest to me, my children.