A/N: A short but touching story. This happened to a sophomore at my high school. I was not one of these boys XD.
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We stood their at the edge of disaster. Each of us wanted the rush it brought. The sun was shining and a slight breeze rustled through the trees behind us. Clouds were few and scattered it was the perfect day. The wooden and metal tracks lay in front of us.
My friends had convinced me to come. I hadn't really been sure, but they said it would be like nothing I had ever experienced.
"How many times have you guys done this?" I asked slightly scared.
"Oh, we've done it a lot of times," my friend replied.
Somehow I wasn't reassured completely. My conscious kept telling me to run; it told me to escape. Rooted to the spot, I couldn't decide. The usual noise of the train could be heard faintly. It was approaching at a great speed probably fifty miles per hour. I swallowed my saliva.
"Get ready," they told me.
Copying what they did I moved right up against the track. I looked back and forth at the boys next to me. They all looked so confident and exhilarated, but I wasn't sure. It was coming fast this was my last time to flee, but I stood my ground.
"Go!" One yelled.
I hesitated. I could see the black blur to my right flying toward me and the sun shining above. For five seconds I stood rooted to the spot. I jumped. Time slowed and I began to turn my head to the right; I never completed the turn. My body was engulfed by the black mass.
