Bungi Jumping

I can feel the sweat as it drips from my forehead and makes its way down my cheek. I am sitting in the back seat of my dad’s brand new Chevy clenching the smooth black leather seat hoping he won’t notice the rips. My parents are outside in the office checking for any drop outs that I can squeeze into. Finally they call me over and tell me there was one drop out if I truly wanted to jump off a 200ft bridge. I nodded, but I in fact wanted to say no.


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