I gripped the edge so tightly my knuckles turned white. One of my hands had already fallen, and I was too tired to pick it up. My hair whipped around my face, making it unable to see. This was it, this was the end. I could feel my last fingers about to slip, and I held on as long as I could. I saw my life flash before my eyes. When I was a little kid, and every one of my happiest moments. And right when I thought it was over, my fingers couldn't take it anymore. I looked up, and there he was. He looked down at me, emotionless. I don't know the expression on my face, maybe fear or pain. But he looked at me, with his cold eyes, and he stamped on my hand, causing me to drop.
Let me start this over. Hi, my name is Kim Crawford. I'm 14 and I live in Seaford. I have long blonde hair and brown eyes. My best friends are Milton, Eddie, Jerry, and most importantly, Jack. He's amazing. And he's always been there for me. I always loved his dreamy brown eyes… ok WHAT am I saying? I DON'T love Jack. He's just my best friend.
Anyway… here's my story, from the beginning:
