My hands are shaking and my legs are weak, I warily cross the rickety bridge, which is hanging above the canyon. 

My friend is close behind, our footsteps echo through the large open area. Sweat is trickling down my forehead as the sun attacks my skin.

Suddenly the bridge jolts, my hands grip the sides firmly.

I turn around to see my friend dangling off the side of the bridge. 

I drop to my knees and grasp his hands trying desperately to pull him up. 

‘I’m trying to hold on,’ he shouted. I can hear the fear in his voice.

CIARA – YEAR 8