Hello, faithful readers! School's back and running and here's my first writing piece of the year! Enjoy!
The water seems kilometres below me, crashing into dangerous-looking rocks with great force, spewing algae everywhere. There's a deathly silence, apart from the occasional 'tweet' of a bird or a 'CRASH' of a wave. My foot slides across a slimy brown piece of wood, freaking me out. I'm only halfway up this cubical terror, but already scared. How did I get myself into this mess?
It all started when I leaped onto the bright orange pontoon at Acacia Bay. I slid along the shiny, rubbery surface, and into the water. SPLASH!!! Playing with my friends, I had truckloads of fun, dipping and diving.
One of my friends, Lucy, asked me the question: "Hey Jack! Do you want to jump off the box?" That's all she said, but she sort of hinted, "Don't be a chicken! I'm a girl and I do it all the time!" So, of course, I accepted the invitation.
That's how I got here. That's how I got stuck in this situation, struggling to climb up, and jump off, a humongous metal box. It sounds easy, but believe me, it's not. Even after all the chanting and peer-pressuring, I can't do it. Lucy might be able to do it, but the thing is, she's a lot more adventurous than I am.
BUT, all is not over. The adult supervising shows me another spot, where I can jump off rocks to my heart's content. Water seemingly bungy-jumps around me, but not TOO violently. Hills and houses in the background, combined with the beating sun, give peaceful thoughts to my mind. It might NOT be the grand prize, the Jump Off The Box award, but at least I get the 'Consolation Prize for Rock Jumping'.
That's all for now folks.
Jacco Out.
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