The days...
Thursday, February 26, 2009 4:32 PM
are almost done.
Yet still they're going on, and on, and on...
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I took one step forward onto the slat.
Another.
Another.
Then I looked down.
I couldn't do it.
At least I wasn't squealing quite as badly as her.
"Come on!
God you guys are such wusses!"
He stood with his hand on his hip, beckoning us to follow.
We protested.
He laughed and walked out further.
She got to the third slat,
I had to walk her back.
I only felt the courage to walk across when I felt as if I were saving her.
She was more terrified than I was.
Poor thing.
He just kept yelling,
kept calling,
kept begging.
He didn't want to be out there alone.
"I wish I had friends who weren't such losers!
It's not scary!!"
She and I walked back to where we had left out bags,
we left him there.
Out on the tracks, where he tried to walk back,
slipped.
Broke his leg.
Couldn't get up.
He was 300 or 400 feet off the ground.
His twisted leg dangled.
Then the whistle blew.
She and I looked at each other and ran,
faster than we ever thought possible.
Tripped numerous amounts of times.
Slat after slat we ran.
She tripped,
I kept running.
Heavy breathing started, I could see his head.
He was screaming.
I started screaming.
She started to cry.
I ran across the slats,
every one of them.
I ran across the seemingly bottomless fall.
I could hear the train.
Chug...chug..
It saw her,
the whistle blew again,
it told her to move out of the way.
I tried so hard.
So..
so hard..
I couldn't get him out.
He was heavier than I.
She came out of no where and pulled me away,
we almost fell.
The train flew past us.
And that was the end of him.
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End of the dream I had after skipping school with two friends.
We played on the tracks,
no one got hurt.
But man we were scared.
I got home,
Dad says I have to visit the school psychologist.
Who needs help?
Not me.