''Next absailors''boomed the voice.

I felt sick: my tummy was turning. Arriving onto the fifth floor. I heard a clicking noise. The karabiners bolted shut. My heels merged over the luring tower. Looking left was Nate -my friend- daring to go down. Could I go back? No I had to do this. I hoisted the rope up and slowly lowered myself. I was doing it finally, I heard cheers as I sighed of relief and expected to touch ground: I didn't, I looked down still about eight meters high, feeling: exhausted, nervous, and relieved as the adrenalin gushed through my body. I jumped a leap of faith and hit the ground. ''Pit stop'' I heard.

And I was free! I looked back and there everyone was as I collapsed on the bench in relief. I was done.

James Absailing story