Pool Death
I'm going to warn you before you read this you might want to get some imagination in you. Three words, flip, trampoline, and pool. It did not turn out well. I was with 3 of my friends Mark, Max, and Jack. Mark teaches me all things and he loves to make stuff out of junk. Jack loves sports and camping, he always beats me in basketball. Max is just an easy going nice kid that loves video games.
It was about 1:00 in the afternoon, and we were all at my old house with a pool and trampoline. Max, Jack, Mark, and I just finished our snack and didn’t know what to do next. Jack then had a great idea.
“Hey guys how about we go jump on the trampoline.” Jack suggested.
“Thats a great idea, lets go.” I replied.
We all then went to jump onto the trampoline. At first we were doing some pretty cool tricks such as flips and 360s. We then agreed to see who can jump the highest. First Mark jumped about 3 feet off the net. Second Max jumped a bit higher, and then Jack jumped super high because of his basketball skills.
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“I think I will Jack, watch this.” I said challenging him.
I got ready for for the super bounce, I jumped and bam! I jumped so high I got out of the trampoline and into the into the ice cold pool of water. The pain I was experiencing was the worst pain I had felt in years. It was like falling right on concret. I then got out of the pool as fast as I could. This was the 8th time in my life that I cried. I got right out of the pool as fast as I could and collapsed on the ground. I was lucky enough to have good friends who gave me an ice pack.
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...se to put a mark behind the board to aim for so when he jumped he wouldn’t foul. He tried what Long had suggested and he didn’t foul and got 26ft. 0 in smashing the record. On the final jump Long had faulted and just like that Jesse won the broad jump. In his last jump Jesse smashed the record again getting 26ft, 5.5 in.
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“Let’s do it” I said. “Are you sure? What if we get caught?” replied my cousin Daniel. “Come on what's the worst that could happen? It’s not like the park ranger even knows where we live” I said confidently.
One morning, approximately twelve years ago, my brother, my cousin and I were sitting around trying to figure out what to do. My brother Hunter, and my cousin DJ, started hitting each other with pillows. I was sitting on our multi-color bunk bed in our one window bed room thinking and trying to discussing ideas of something to do with the two non-devoted boys that were hitting each other instead of helping me find something to do. The room was lit by the sunlight coming in through the window. Our room as a bit messy so we threw everything under the bed so it wouldn’t be in the way.
I did it. I jumped off. The cold air hitting my face as I plummet towards the gravel. Some panicking, some remained still. I heard one lady scream. Crashed. The pain jolted throughout my body. It didn't hurt as much as the realisation that I didn't succeed. I was still alive. People started to surround me, some dialing 911 to seek for professional help. A man was telling me "Hold on, you'll be fine". I didn't want to hold on.
I crashed to the ground and a loud screech from me filled the thin air. I just fell at a place I go every single day. When I started to regain my breath, and started realizing what happened, I realized I had excoriating pain arising from my ankle. The pain was close to unbearable. Even with the pain, I felt my face light up with embarrassment.
I jumped off my bike, but my shoelace stayed stuck to the pedal. I fell off my bike awkwardly. As I hit the ground, I slid on the wet pavement and scraped my leg. The pain was terrible. It felt as if someone put a thousand swords in my leg.
As I landed, I felt a sudden jerk of my right leg. An unbearable shock of pain from the root of my heel crept up my entire body. I trembled and fell to my knees almost immediately. It was something I’ve never felt before. I lied on the floor in a shiver.