As we stroll along the old cement bridge my friend notices something lying on the concrete and runs over to get it. 

“Look”, he says, “Look what I found, it’s a gold locket”.

I simply nod my head then he looks over the edge of the bridge and leans slightly forward. Suddenly he slips and drops the locket and watches as it plops into the water.

I run over and whisper under my breath, “Hold on… tightly”.

“I’M TRYING TO HOLD ON,” he shouted back. 

I grab his wrists firmly and pull him up. 

“Phew, that was a close one”.

OLIVIA – YEAR 8