“It’s not that scary you know,” says a voice behind me.
“Are you kidding? Why would you do that?”
“You’ll never understand unless you try”
I began spinning my rings around my finger, a habit I developed when I become nervous. The more people that jumped, the more my heart raced and the faster my rings spun. I reluctantly turned around to face the mysterious voice and was greeted by a tall tanned boy, my age. Our eyes locked. His eyes were as blue as the sea below and his hair glistened in the sun. He smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat.
“Come jump with me!” he asked as he climbed onto the rail.
I shook my head and stared at my feet. Once again my anxiety was making decisions for me. I didn’t have a choice. Disappointment washed over his face as he began to stand.
“What’s your name?”
“Rosie.”
“I’m Alex.”
He smiled and leaped off the railing, landing gracefully in the water. I held my breath waiting for him to resurface. His head popped up from the water and I heard him laugh as he waved. Trying to compose myself I walked to the pool and joined my family. I drifted from one end to the other. One particular thought was stuck on my mind: why would those people want to do something like