My brother just kept on spitting out "come on, Maggie. I know you can do this". I couldn't help but believe him, so yet again, I climbed the ladder. I arrived at the top of the boathouse, and I crept across the black gravel laid out on the roof of the building. It was burning on my feet, since the gravel had absorbed the heat from the sun. Finally, I edged myself to the step up that was the edge. It was metal, so now it was scorching on my feet; even worse than the gravel. I stood there and felt my stomach fill with butterflies. I heard my brother and Daniel acting like typical monkeys and both were taunting me like monkeys--(oops! I mean brothers) do. They yelled things like "don't chicken out this time". It was Samantha and Mara who were cheering me on. I gawked at the rippling water, tightened the straps on my black and yellow life jacket, and shut my eyes tight. I began to dream of hitting the water and as i began to float away, i heard voices in the background slowly chanting: One for the money….. (the pause was endless), two for the show…. (I clenched my fists), three to get ready… (oh, god)… and four to….…