If a friend jumped off a cliff, would you? That’s the question I was facing, staring at the dark ocean below me. The water was rippling out from where James had fallen in. Other than that it was quite calm.

Ba’cock! Shouted some of my friends. “Don’t be chicken! Jump already!”

James was no more than a dot below me, but I vaguely saw him wave his arm. He was shouting something but the crashing of the waves where drowning him out.

I looked around at my friends who were looking expecting at me. I slowly began to take off my shoes. One and then another. Peeling the socks off, one and then the other. The waves were going restless, coming stronger and stronger.

“Just GO!!!” Yelled out someone in the crowd.

I looked down as my stomach churned. The ocean seemed farther and farther away from me.

I took a step back as vertigo hit me in waves. The ocean swirled like a tide pool, drawing me in further and further. I felt a hand on my back and after a quick shove, I felt myself falling. I heard the ocean bubbling with excitement.

Then I heard what James was yelling “No! There are rocks down here!”

I sharp pain erupted in my leg, digging deeper and deeper.

I heard them laughing as the next one was pushed forward.