JESSICA BERKELEY.
My legs stretch higher, my hands reaching further to the jug which sits at the top of the cupboard. The more I stretch, the more it's farther away from my reach.
"Why.. is .. it... so.. high?"
The stool makes a squeaky sound, I steady my feet for a while and stretch forward again. Why am I hell bent on having that particular jug? Well, It's the only jug available, I need it and I must get it.
Reaching forward, my hands were almost touching the lower part of the jug and just when I leaned forward..
A crack.. a sudden unsteady movement from the stool made me startle. I lost composure and balance. A loud scream escapes my lips as I find myself falling off the stool.
My biggest fear was falling to the hard floor in a loud thud, and breaking my arm or spraining my feet i
