The Choice
The boy looked down to the street below. The breeze rippled his light jacket, causing him to noticeably shiver. Thirteen stories below, the people walked the streets, not unlike any other day, none noticing the lone figure positioned at the edge of the building. The sun was suspended in the sky straight overhead, causing the boy's shadow to be cast solely on his own feet. He stared into space, considering the many events leading up to his situation. Was it worth it? He thought about the effects. What would his parents say? He had come this far; it would be easy to simply step back and move on with his life. There he stood, torn between the taunting of his 'friends', and the logic of society, each sending a powerful message that racked his brain to the point that he lost track of who was telling him what. He had to decide. Move ahead with his current path, or step back, giving in to the unwritten rules of life. He shifted his weight. He made his decision. He leaned forward and stretched out his arms. He released the whipped cream-filled balloon and watched it descend, exploding on the head of a fat bald man. The boy then turned around and ran to the fire escape before the man even knew what happened.
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