There weren't many tall places in the small town. Most buildings were only a floor or two high. There weren't cliffs and the mountains, well, you couldn't jump all the way down. The only tall place was the building the boys threw a dead pig off right before 'Margarine' came into town, but she didn't want this whole brouhaha about her death. At least not until after. She considered going to Denver, but that was a ways away. And then, she walked past an alley way. The buildings were tall and the place was quiet. The girl looked around to remember where to return, and trudged her way home.

She didn't really know why she was so depressed, good friends, family. Sure she missed California, but many of the inhabitants she was glad to have left. All she knew was she was going to do this.

She went home to her sister online who gave a quick wave and then turned back to whatever she was watching, her mother must have had to work late again. She walked into her room and stared at her homework.

'I'm gonna die, what's the point?' She tossed the papers to the other side of her bed and flopped on her pillow.

'This is how I'm spending my last few hours, really?' She thought to herself for a while before her sister knocked on her door.

"Annabell? I'm making dinner. Chicken sound ok?"

"Yeah." Annabell yelled back. Blinking at the wall. Then she got a sudden urge to run through the house into the kitchen.

"Can we have chicken and 'tatoes?" The younger girl asked, using her childish grammar. If she was going to die tonight, she wanted to have her favorite meal.

"Sure, can you do the mashed potatoes?"

"K."

The two sisters talked, even laughed, about what they did/saw that day. Annabell was contemplating on talking to her sister about her true thoughts when they heard the car pull up.

"Can you get that? The chicken's ready."

Annabell just nodded and opened the front door for their mom.

"Hey Annabell. Has Ella left for college yet?"

"No, she's in the kitchen."

"Can't get rid of me that fast mom."

"Oh. Are we making Annabell's favourite?"

"Yep. We had the ingredients and she wanted it. Annabell, can you set the table, I can serve."

"Ok."

When everyone was sitting at the table Ella asked "So… How's high school?"

"It's school."

"Yeah. High school's kind of pointless. You already have learned most the stuff you need, maybe there's a thing or two in 9th and 10th grade, but I agree with England. 11th and 12th grade should be like community college. It gets kind of meaningless by then."

"Well, I've got another year and a half before meaningless."

"I suppose." Ella took a bite of her chicken "Not to sound too much like a nosey aunt or whatever, but do you have a romantic relationship with anyone."

"Nope."

"What about the boy you liked in grade school, Kyle?"

"He's dating Stan."

"I should've guessed."

After more talk, Annabell finished her food

"I'm gonna go for a walk, to clear my head."

"Don't be out too late."

"Yeah, yeah." Annabell walked towards the door and down the path in a cool matter, than bolted for that alleyway.

It was windy up so high. Annabell looked at the sad alley below her.

"How long until someone finds me?" she thought aloud, inching another toe off.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, placed one foot in the air and tilted.

'This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong.' She thought, realizing she made a mistake too late.