Sometimes, having a daring heart isn’t a good thing.
“Watch me!” My older sister, Abby, sang as she danced on the ice while I stood at the edge. I have many fears unlike Abby who treated life as a series of dares and adventures.
“Be careful!” I shouted and turned around, looking for a rock to sit but before I could take one step, a loud crack stopped me in my tracks. I turned, Abby was nowhere to be seen. “Abby!”
A hand shot up in the middle of the lake. Without a second thought, I ran to her. “Abby!”