My breath pounded in my chest as I looked down on the city I called home.
You might be wondering how I got here, well let's rewind to two days ago.
It was August the 10th, as I pulled up to my high school reunion I couldn't help but think about all of the competitions in our class.
It was always who could type the fastest, who could get the highest score on our most recent test, or who could shoot the most baskets in one minute.
Our class had always been full of friendly competition.
Every year at our reunion we would come up with a new competition. Today, I would challenge Brad, the toughest guy from our class, to a race.
Long story short. . .
Long story short. . .I lost.
The consequence was standing on a tightrope, across two sky scrapers for twenty seconds. That is how I got in this position.
Oh no! A pigeon!
𝘼 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃 𝙃