Big Freddy insisted he could see gold on the other side of the murky, disgusting creek and he wants me to be him bridge. I longed to yell, oh no I’m not! But I couldn’t. “Hurry up!” Big Freddy yelled, “What are you waiting for, the end of the school year? 9 weeks idiot!” Before I could tell him it was 10 weeks I felt my head being dunked under the water. As if a ticking time bomb were inside me I began to panic. His massive feet pressed on mine just as I swam up for air… SPLASH! Big Freddy was never seen again.