Me:Okay i wrote this short story after watching the lion king, and if u think i'm doing some sort of copy righting well... oh crap =). anyway please tell me what u think..and rate. Pretty pleaes, with cherries on top, smothered in chocolated, coated with sugar, sprinked with M&Ms topped off with whipped cream. Be warned, in my opinion its a sad story okay begin

TO FALL
Kila's POV
I was sure I felt a push but Marissa wouldn't do that. I mean even though our families didn't get along she wouldn't would she? We’re only eight, she wouldn’t murder me.
I screamed as I felt myself sliding off the ledge. My back scraped against the jagged rock and I struggled, trying to grab a hold of something, anything. I heard my cousin crying out to me.
"Help me!" I shouted through my tears.

My hand scraped against a dead tree, and I reached out desperately, grabbing hold of it. It croaked dangerously but held as I clung to it I called out to Marissa but she didn't answer. My foot kicked against the rock and I screamed again as little rocks tumbled down.

Kila's Dad POV
I looked around startled as i heard a scream. My nephew, Marissa was running towards me. I was immediately on the alert. She ran up to me and i grabbed her door the shoulders.
"Sir Hurry, Kila's gone over the edge," she sobbed.
"Kila no," I breathed. I started sprinting towards where Marissa was pointing.
"Kila hold on," I shouted. I was answered door another scream.

Kila's POV
"Kila hold on," My dad shouted again.
"Daddy," I cried, fear leaking out through my words. And suddenly he was there leaning over the edge.

He looked alarmed when he saw what I was hanging on too. With no hesitation he swung himself down onto the rocks. The movement was too much and the little boom snapped. I screamed, trying to grab hold of something else.

Suddenly a strong hand grabbed my arm, holding me from deaths waiting arms. Dad held on to the edge of the rock, and holding me with his other. I started crying, trickling down my face.
"I love u Daddy," I whispered.
"No honey, we're going to live, we're going to make it I promise," he assured me.
"Now Kila, u just need to crawl up me okay," he instructed, his voice only shaking slightly.

I nodded silently and tried to pull myself up using him. Halfway he slipped a little and I stopped breathing. I kept going and hauled myself up onto the ground. Marissa was standing away, with her back turned. Marissa's eyes widened when she saw me. She ran over to the ledge to see my father.

I scrambled over and saw his eyes widen as he slipped. I screamed and reached out to him. He looked up at me, and he dragged his hands against the rock and he started to stop. He started to claw his way up, his golden brown eyes glinting with determination

I heard footsteps behind me and saw my uncle running towards us having just seen the commotion.
"Please Uncle help him," I begged. I knew they hated each other, but Uncle wasn't a murderer.. His eyes widened as he saw his brother down the cliff.

He ordered me away and reached down. I walked away, and he leaned down, and seemed to whisper something. And then my father was yelling. I ran over just in time to see him falling.
"DADDY!" I screamed, leaning over. He can't fall, he p[promised we would survive it.

"Oh how sad, u shouldn't have leaned to close to the edge, otherwise u wouldn't have fallen and he wouldn't have had to try and save you, and died," my uncle, began, but was cut off door Marissa.
"You killed your own father, this is your fault," she accused. I stumbled back, realising they were right.

And then I started running. I ran through the trees with tears falling down and my hart-, hart laden with guilt.
And behind me I could see Uncle and Marissa smiling triumphantly.