“Are you kidding me? This viewpoint is the main part of our trip! Come on, there is
nothing to be scared about”, he said unexpectedly loud.
I have known him for as long as I can remember. Jake was always a tough cookie – he is
always late, argues with teachers and does this others would not. Imagine my surprise
when I found out that he had agreed to go with our class on this trip. Why did he do that?
Its not like him. Is he going to do something?”
I could think about anything but this place. If I was intimidating. I-n-t-i-m-i-d-a-t-i-n-g. If
someone could make me so scared during the spelling competition, I would definitely get
the gold. But, anyway, how was I supposed to get on top of this skyscraper? No, it is not
the right question. The right one was “Why?”. Since I was born I have had a fear of
heights. And now, over the long 16 years, I will go up to 300 meters just to see the city?
No way.
“What are you muttering?”, asked Jake.
-“Nothing. Absolutely”
-“So… Are you going?”
-“You know, I am actually…”
-“I know, come on, the elevator is about to close. Everybody else is here.”
He pushed me in. I was absolutely terrified. In other cases I would scream out my lungs,
but there was all the class. “At least I will die like a hero” – I thought.
Eyes are closed, fists are clenched. Take a deep breath and… Wow!” The bright sun was
lighting the city. So many little figures were moving back and forth. It was so high up
there, that only a few seconds after I realised those were cars. I took a step back from
thee window, but then “I’ve already done it” thought came to my mind. That was the
moment of relief. Little did I know that fear could be so lightning-fast.
“I have finally made it”, I whispered quietly in amazement staring at the spring sunset.
“So what exactly have you made”, asked Jake?
“Oh, nothing. Nevermind”