The end of your last year in college has approached rather quickly, and to celebrate a future of endless summers, and a lot of work, you all planned a beach trip. You originally rejected this and recommended a theme park, but majority ruled beach, so to the beach you all went.

Why would you reject the beach? It was scorching hot, so it seemed the proper place to relax and cool off. This appeared wonderful, at first thought. See, you can’t swim. You didn't want to admit this to your friends out of embarrassment, so you were reduced to sitting on the hot sand and watching them dance around and crash into the low tides of the sea.

You didn't entirely mind this, but you did wish to have better fun with your friends. Seeing your reluctance and withdrawal from the water, they decided it would be better to walk the pier and catch some sights or experience the breeze high above the calm ocean. Your friends lean on the old metal railing, the wind combing through their damp scalps as they laugh and boast about their career paths now that they've escaped a life of schooling. You follow suit, arms resting on the bar and looking out into the cloudless skies, watching seagulls zip by and bully civilians for food.

After a few minutes, you feel yourself leaning over a bit more than before. Maybe it's your mind playing tricks on you, and you took it that way, well, until one of your friends mentioned the difference.

The metal started to bend and shift. The screws are loose, which isn't all that surprising considering it's an old pier. Nonetheless, no one moved, careless of the impending doom that's so haplessly fated upon you.

It wasn't long before the bar you happened to be leaning on tore away from its parent, taking you down with it before your friends could grab you. Price observes it all, from the break, to the plummet, then the splash into the deeper end of the waves. “Are you alright? You took quite the fall there, love.” Price asks as he gets you back to shore, a hand on your lower back.