May and her friend, June, were dying in the heat of the scorching sun. They begged their parents to go to the Grey river. Often they go when the suns really hot, their parents don’t know but they jump off the bridge into the river. They run along the bridge ready to jump. May grabs June’s wrist in the nick of . “I have never seen the river bed so dry” May said. A scream pierced her ears. It was too late, June slipped, May not managing to catch her in time. May yelled for help, still to shocked to move.