Summer At Camp David [WIP: opening paragraphs]

I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking out at the forest. It was a long way down, but nothing was going to stop me from jumping. Holding on tight to the rope, I took a step on air and dropped. The repealing gear could barely handle the sudden force of the jump. My feet slammed the mountainside, and my right knee scraped a sharp edge. Blood slowly sipped out, but it was a tiny flesh wound that peroxide could clean and a large bandage could cover. I continued my decent, but my rope was about to end, and I hadn’t reach the bottom. I had only just reached the tops of the trees.

There as a short landing just ten feet below, and the top of a tall, sturdy tree reached the ledge. My roped was just long enough to get me to the landing. I detached and realized that the tree was a good six feet away. I planted my feet on the edge and jumped yet again. As I fell, I was able to catch myself inside the tree without being impaled by the other branches, but I had a few more scraps. I was still a good sixty feet from the ground.

That’s when I hear my name being called. “Andy!” It was carried in the wind. “Andy, where are you?!” It was my father. I grunted. “Guess he found me,” I said to myself. Looking down, I could see the cave’s enormous mouth. I was almost there. I couldn’t stop now. As my dad looked over the edge of the cliff to see me. I waved at him with a goofy grin, but I could see the intense glare on his face.

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