Point of View
Tyler Baile
“TYLER!”
“Three,” I said stepping off the ledge.
“NO!” My fall to the earth stopped and I looked up. “You are not doing this!” Justin grunted as he held onto my wrist.
“Why not? You messed up my life here!” I yelled up at him as I twisted in his hold.
“You’ve got so much to live for, don’t throw it away because of one boy,” Justin said looking down at me.
“I’m not, I’m doing it because of two,” I said with trembling lips.
“Forget about them, they are total screw ups and you know it. You’re just trying to send a message and this is not the way.”
“I am not!”
“Tyler what about regular teenager stuff you wanted to do? Prom, party, and enjoy life?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said as I thought about all of those things, missing that feeling of teen-hoo
