I'm trembling and my face is soaking' wet.

The object is cold, metal, and heavy. But i refuse to put it down as I reminisce and check it thoroughly!

My head is spinning in excruciating pain, my chest is caving, and my stomach feels as if it's about to fall apart.

Not entirely sure if I'm breathing or choking on air.

Only thing I'm sure of is the shame I brought upon myself.

The thing that has gotten me on Mountain D.A.R.E!

This mountain is high, steep, and rough.

But oh! The water is so beautiful! I just wanna feel it!

I think I'll just lean over! No one will ever know I was here except the tear drop on my paper!


I'm crying and hurting and left with furry of myself! I can't handle it!

I put the eraser to my head and shake violently with a...

"POP!!,"

Loud enough to awake the ants resting on the hill...