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Wednesday, 9 February 2011
08:57:04 AM (GMT)
“There has got to be some better things to do around here. Everything exhilarating
and very interesting but it’s just not, well, exciting enough for me” Bonnie
said. Her skin was tanned and her hair was the colour of chocolate while cut into a
short bob. Her eyes shone a bright blue, flecked with silver and green. She had on a
pair of faded and ripped jeans and a red tank top with the words ‘They murdered
him’ printed in white word on the centre. 

   “Not even the leap of faith? I mean, that was pretty scary to me. What, with the
jumping from this gigantic pole that was sticking, only god knows how far, out of the
ground and trying to grab hold of a hoop that hung about a meter above the pole and a
meter in front, while putting your trust into the team of people holding your ropes,
hoping they won’t drop you and possibly kill you” I said, breathless after what I
had said. I pushed my fringe back behind my ears, a couple golden strands falling
back to where they were. “You done there?” She asked, one delicate eyebrow
raised. “Yes” I breathed as she handed me a blue helmet and a harness. “Good,
better put this on then” She said as she walked away, looking back when she got to
the footpath, making sure I was following. With a frown, I fastened the harness and
followed her, the helmet tucked under my arm.

   I caught up to her quickly, “Where are we going now?” I asked curiously,
knowing that she was probably taking me to another extreme sport. This place was not
as relaxing as I thought it would be, but after all, Bonnie did bribe me into coming.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? We’re going down to the cliff. We are going to climb
down the rock face and try not to fall to our deaths” she said sarcastically.
“That’s not funny Bonnie” I said with a frown “what are we really doing?”
“We are going to help you face your fears” Bonnie replied, her eyes sparkling
mischievously and a smile working its way on her mouth “We are going to jump off
the cliff, with a bungee cord of course”.

   “What!” I squeaked, standing still, refusing to walk any further. “Oh come
on, don’t do this to me now. I already told the people we were going to be there.
You can’t do this” she moaned as she grabbed for my wrist, pulling us towards our
destination. “B-but… why jump off a CLIFF?” I asked, my voice rising on the
last word. “Oh come on” She said, pulling me further. We had reached the bush
track, it was only a matter of seconds before we reached the edge of the cliff where,
no doubt, Bonnie had the equipment set up. “Lisa! March your ass up that path, and
don’t lock up on me” Bonnie said, pushing me forward. “When do we… jump?” I
asked reluctantly.
   “We dive… at dawn” She replied.

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