Author's Note: This is my first Chronicles of Narnia fanfiction, so if there is any inconsistencies or whatever, please comment on it =)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for some characters and the plot. I love CS Lewis, and his work is just simply breathtaking.
CLIFF DIVING, ANYONE?
Irene looked down the cliff, into the water. She really did not like heights.
"I don't think this is such a good idea, Michael," she said, she thought her voice sounded shaky, but she couldn't be certain, her heart was pounding too loud in her chest.
"It's going to be fine, Irene," Michael said, very reassuringly, but, of course, she wasn't the least bit assured.
Irene shivered slightly, it was quite windy on top of the cliff. Her dyed black hair was whipping all over her face, and for a moment she was thankful for its short length. It was getting steadily colder, and she was quite sure that the white sheer blouse she was wearing on top of her red one piece swimsuit and black surfing shorts was not going to keep her warm.
She wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to keep herself warm enough. It wasn't working.
Michael and their friends were behind her, laughing about who was to go dive off the edge first. William decided to go first, and Irene stood next to Michael as William broke into a run to the edge. As he ran his friends cheered for him, and so did Irene, for a while at least.
Lisa followed, and then James. One by one they all jumped over the edge, until it was only Irene and Michael left on top of the cliff.
"Go on, Irene," Michael urged, placing a hand on her upper back, "you're definitely going before I do, you didn't jump last time."
She, being Irene and all, just swallowed and looked over the edge once more. There was a rubber boat waiting at the bottom, and most of their friends were there already. Her heart was beating so loudly, she barely heard Michael approach behind her.
"Would you feel any better if I pushed you off?" Michael asked nonchalantly, and Irene had to glance up at him to see if he was serious. He was.
She looked down again, though she knew it was very safe to jump off, for there were no rocks at the bottom, she still feared the sensation of falling itself. And for the umpteenth time that day, she thought how the idea of cliff diving was the most horrible one Michael had ever come up with.
For his sake she would, of course, jump. He had been pleading her to jump several times now. For a while, she had utterly refused, but then she was finally too tired to refuse and gave in, how hard could it be? But she hadn't jumped at all. She was being a coward.
Heights terrified her and she was horrified at the mere suggestion of going over the edge, with nothing to catch her but the water below.
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
She backed away, breathing. She stood there for a while, and when she had bothered to notice, Michael was nowhere in sight.
Suddenly, she was knocked off her feet, and was being carried by Michael, one arm hooked to the back of her knees, and the other was around her back.
"What are you doing, Mic—AAARRRGGGHHH!" she wasn't able to finish as her sentence became a scream toward the end as Michael ran toward the edge.
She flailed her arms and legs, but to no avail. He wouldn't budge, or drop her before it was too late to do so.
Irene had thought that Michael would jump with her in his arms.
No such luck.
As they neared the edge, he threw her forward and off the edge of the cliff, into the water below, kicking and screaming.
Author's Note: That's about it =) Next chapter to be uploaded in the next couple of hours =)