Alphabet Story

"Anna!"
Before I got to the top of this tree, I thought it was a good idea to climb it to its peak. Carelessly, I didn't think to bring anyone with me who could catch me if I fell, or got scared, or stuck, or anything similar to the predicament I'm in now. Diana is my only hope for a savior.
Each dumb idea I have seems to compile itself onto the other in a giant pile of suckfest.
Fear envelopes me when another breeze rips through the tree, shaking the leaves, and making the branch I'm holding onto for dear life quiver.
"Good God," helplessly, I whisper.
I look back down to the ground which seems to zoom further away from me with every second. Jesus Christ!
Keep your head up, Anna, don't look down. Looking down is a bad, bad, bad idea.
Maybe I should just make a living here, stuck on this branch. Newts do it. Of course, I could become a mutant newt human and magically become able to slither down the trunk of this tree. People may laugh at my slithery skin and webbed fingers once I get down, but...
Quit being dumb, Anna, I tell myself. Really, that idea is just another I can add onto the top of my suckfest pile.
Suddenly, a new sense of determination surges into me. Taking a huge breath and bracing myself, I slowly unhinge each of my fingers and sit up straight, my legs straddling my branch of life and death.
Underneath me, I see Diana running back and forth from her house, gathering pillows, blankets, and other soft things that I can land on.
Very carefully, I maneuver myself so that I am aimed for the blankets.
Whimpers escape my mouth at just the thought of missing, and fear comes back.
Xylophones are played from across the street by the Miller kids, and to me, it sounds like the Jeopardy tone, taunting me as I take too much time. You never know how close you are to death when it's this close to happening.
Zomg, I fell.