The High Dive

by Claudia in for it

The High Dive

My legs shook with anticipation. The long cement stairway stood before me like a tower. My hands were clammy and
my stomach churned. I almost turned back, but I didn’t. I saw the water Polo team nearing the pool. Those steps
seemed to take forever. The cold cement felt horrible on my feet. As I neared the edge, my body started to shake.
‘Why was thing so high’, I thought. ‘ It looked like no big deal from the ground. I didn’t want to turn back, but my
brain did. I knew the longer I stood there the more likely it was that my brain would talk me out of it. I had to jump.
But my knees wouldn’t bend. I looked down. The water didn’t seem to be there. Just endless tiled cement. I looked
over. The water polo team already had their disgusting little Speedos on. I promised that I would jump on three. I
counted. But I couldn’t do it. Then I heard the lifeguard say, “Off the high dive! Get-“ But before she could finish her
sentence I was long gone.

SPLASH!!!!