Side note* Hello everyone! After much debate and years of having an account through fanfiction, I have decided to finally submit a piece. Not quite sure how this story will end though so just be open and join me for a ride through what is known as fanfiction paradise. Anyways, if you like the story review and if you don't, that's ok, everyone has their right to have an opinion.

Cliff Diving...Oh Joy

"Remind me why I'm doing this again?"

"Oh come on, it isn't that bad. Just jump off."

Cristina obviously wouldn't want to try to act like it was such a big deal.

I looked down the cliff into the water below. It had to be at least fifty to seventy feet high. Normally I would be ok with all of this, but I just couldn't seem to fine my courage now. I would never let Cristina see me like this though, so I did as I was told.

Cristina was a photographer and generally kept to her herself as did I. So loo to out amazement when we found each other. We didn't push and our friendship just clicked. All of the school knew of Cristina's love for the camera, but no one knew how deep it was like me.

Fast forward to a couple of months after moving here and here I am wearing a white dress about to jump off a cliff with the sunset as my background because 'It would look amazing as my center piece for the art show I'm competing in...' the things I do for Christina.

"Okay, ready?"

With one more hesitant look down, I nod. I shuffle back a bit and get in ready position.

"okay go!"

I run and fling myself off the cliff arms raised high. There is a moment of serenity and then I'm propelling downwards. I hit the water after a couple of seconds and I instantly regret my decision. While not freezing cold, it isn't exactly a warm greeting. But I have faced worse, so I say nothing. I haul myself up to the rocks and swim back to shore. I'm so cold that I almost don't register that there is a group of guys staring at us...almost. But I don't care since all I want is warmth and grabbing my towel is my main priority. Christina is too preoccupied looking at the pictures she took to even hand me my towel so I have to get out.

As soon as I get out my dress is sticking to my body like a cat suit and I might as well be wearing a bathing suit. I hear an intake of breath and look over. The guys were staring at me but one in particular seemed fazed.

I looked down but before I could do so the guy who seemed particularly fazed looked me in the eye and just stood there. I broke eye contact though and continued forth.

The other guys seemed to notice something strange as well since they just looked back and forth between him. I gathered my things and tugged my friend along behind me. We had to leave.

I'm quite sure that I heard someone from the group say something along the lines of 'imprint' and 'girl wearing the white dress'.

One thing for sure, I wasn't going outside for a while.

Please review and hang on. This was kind of a quick chapter, but it seemed fitting for the circumstances.

- Love

peabodytheowlet