Note: I wrote this when I was 13, over 10 years ago. I'm only publishing this because I find this hilarious and I want to laugh at this.
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The boy from the river
"Ugh, I gotta go, see you tommorow Leah," Jo said to me, sliding her phone back into her pocket. She held up her hand and I slapped her palm then the back of her palm as she slapped the back of mine. This was our signiture handshake.
"Sure, bye" I replied. I watched as she climbed out the tree we were sitting in and walked off out the park leaving me alone. "Well I look like a total loner sitting here all by myself so I guess I'll leave too" I mumbled to myself. I kneeled down and grabbed the branch I was standing on then with a gulp I let my feet slip while I held on to the branch. I closed my eyes as /i swung down and I opened them to find out I was only thirty or so centimeters of the ground. I dropped to the floor and I walked down the path by the river. When I reached the bridge I stopped and gulped. Even though I crossed the bridge so often I was terrified of it.
The walls either side of the bridge were falling off and there were holes in the bottom of the bridge.The park was kind of a secret park so it had been like this for years. The river flowed a good ten or twenty meters below the bridge. I was terrified of the height. No, scratch that, I was terrified of the falling. I had always been.
Taking a deep breath in I looked up at the bridge as I took my first baby step onto it. I was okay. I took another, a larger step this time and it creaked slightly. Hearing the creak, I looked up franticly and that's when I finally noticed him. He looked to be about my age and wore a scruffy tracksuit. He sat up against the side of the bridge next to one of the big holes in the bottom of the bridge. His arms were tied together with a thick piece of rope and his legs were tied to a carrier bag of what I assumed to be heavy stones. My eyes widened when I realised what he was about to do. He swung his legs round so they were poking through the big hole.
He rocked forward trying to push himself of the bridge. Without the use of his hands this proved to be really difficult. He rocked forward again and again and he was slowly moving his legs so he could fall through the hole. Without thinking I ran across the bridge, totally forgetting about my fear. I grabbed the carrier bag and held onto it. Unfortunately I'd chosen the wrong moment to act and he fell through the hole. He was hanging off the bridge, head first and the only thing keeping him alive was the fact that I was holding his feet. "LET GO!" He screamed at me. "JUST LET ME DIE ALREADY" He was really angry at this point.
"I am not letting you die, this is stupid" I told the boy.
"My... head" He replied as I raised my brow confused. I realised what he meant. Blood was rushing to his head, this could potentally kill him too.. what was I to do?
My arms were getting tired too. I couldn't hold on to the side of the bridge as it was extremely weak and most likely to break on me. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a little pen knife next to his bag and a pile of rope. I assumed that was what he used to cut the rope that bound his legs and arms together. I cut the rope on the bag and as the rope unravelled his feet apart. Without me holding onto the bag, he fell. I reacted quickly and I jumped in after him.
The fall was horrid. I plunged into a five of so metre deep pool of water. I saw the boy kicking his legs as he managed to make it to the side of the river. When the butterflies in my stomach settled I swam over to join the boy at the riverbank. He sat there coughing. "Well that was stupid" He said, his eyes meeting mine.
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The boy from the river
Short StoryWhen Leah finds a boy just about to throw himself in the river she can't help but save his life . The boy is very secretive, very mysterious. Why won't he tell her where he lives? Why doesn't he like it when she mentions his parents? Leah is determ...
