Descriptive Essay: Cliff Jumping

“It’s your choice: you can continue living an unfulfilling life or live a life that is truly fulfilling,” she said, wrapping her arm around me, nudging me back over the edge. Leaning over the edge was one of the most terrifying moments in my life. Yet, the sight below was enticing me, calling me, begging me to jump. It was just an ordinary day at school with the weekend just a couple hours away. I was walking down the hall, heading toward my next class. The green lockers blurred around me. Students buzzed past, talking as they went. Teachers stood by their doors, monitoring the halls. I was lost in my own mind, ignoring all that was occurring around me. An eerie feeling washed over me as someone popped up behind me. I shuddered in fright and

How about we do something fun?” She paused for a moment. In an instant, her face lit up. “Do you want to come cliff jumping with me?” “No, no way.” “Come on! It’ll be fun.” She placed her arm around my shoulders as we continued to walk. “No, cliff jumping is too dangerous. Besides, where do you even want to jump from?” I asked her. “Maybe the kiddie cliff on the other side of town? The one that’s like six feet up?” “That’s not a cliff: it’s not tall enough.” She contemplated for a moment. “Do you know the one about half a mile from here? The one with the small pool and the beach underneath?” “Woah, isn’t that the one that that guy jumped off last year and died because he missed the pool?” “Alexis, it’s okay. I’ve jumped off that one many times before. I promise it’s perfectly safe.” She leaned in. “Close your eyes.” I did as I was told as she continued to guide me down the hall. “Imagine the cool wind blowing in your face as you jump from the cliff and the sudden chill on your skin as you hit the waves beneath. Open your eyes.” I did as I was told and I looked over at her, stopping in my tracks. She backed away. “It’s an experience worth experiencing for