Years had passed since my sister's death
but without her around to be with I started
hanging out with the wrong boys my age .

It was on a weekened home from school in
fact I had nothing to do so a group of us boys
went out acting like we were tough to impress
the local girls here and we went to a nearby air
field or airport,one of us lost a bet and had too
oay up,not with money but a dare .

He had to run between airplanes while they were
taking off,we stood and watched him as he did .

I wanted too react and tell him stop but I couldn't
we had a code and if I broke the code I have to take
that dare too, but suddenly something horrible had
happened,he stopped started watching the planes
but as he did he forgot where he was and a plane in
fact rolled over him killing him .

At home I ripped the jacket off I wore threw it out the 
 window and I fell on my bed,crying ,why ? Next time
I was going to stop it before it started ,before it was
too late .

end.