I typed out Charlotte's accent. I don't care if it offends
anyone that's just how I write it ok.  This was just a little
thing I did for fun. It goes with a big story I'm working on,
but it's just... for fun...  I swallow thickly and look down at
the rushing water below. My palms are sweaty and my toes curl
around the stinging hot edge of the bridge. The sun is beating
down on my back and I feel like my scars are burning. They itch
so bad that I just need to tear my skin off, but I'm too
terrified to move.  "Are you sure you want to jump first?" I
hear Růžena ask gently behind me. I can't answer even if I
wanted to; my throat is too dry.  "I am villink to go first if
you are to be changink your mind, Casey!" Charlotte sings. "Or
perhaps little Chmury vould like to?" I hear Chmury squeak and
say something nervously and indistinct Charlotte giggles and
says something in German. Verona tries to stifle a laugh.  I
look down again.  For once, I can't jump. I've wanted to jump my
whole life and now that I finally h