After editing:
On a sunny summer day on a cliff.
My hands were grasping onto an imaginary boogie board as I jumped off the smooth cliff into the 50 kilometre deep water. I could hear my shorts flapping in the wind like clothes on the washing line and I could see the water rippling in front of me.
“What am I doing?” I screamed. “Am I going to die?“
Oh no, I thought as I watched my best pair of blue and yellow jandals sit on the cliff. I wanted to get them back, but I couldn’t because I was already halfway through the air.
Will I ever see my blue and yellow beach jandals again?
Before editing:
On a sunny summers day.
My hands were grasping onto an imaginary boogi board as I jumped off the cliff. I could hear my shorts flapping in the wind and I could see the water rippling in front of me. What was I doing? Was I going to die? Oh no! i thought as I watched my best pair of jandals sit on the cliff. I wanted to get them back, but I couldn't
Will he ever see his jandals again?
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