"The Parachute"

This story is completely fictional and made for my quick write:
I took a deep breathe and we walked into a small building with the title, "SKY DIVING". In the building there were books, equipment, clothes, everything was new to me and I was clueless to what all this stuff was used for. My friend had walked to the counter and a man with dark brown hair, a beard to where it seemed as if he hasn't shaved for a week. His facial expression was ridiculous, a big upright smile and his eyebrows raised as if he had botox injected in face. Although he seemed like the adventurous type and has been doing this for years, and I was right. As soon as we introduced ourselves, he babbled on for straight 5 minutes about nonsense, I don't even think he blinked.
We finally got to the point of experiencing sky diving for the first time, he explained how we have to take some practice courses and prepare to get ready for the real thing. He continued on about the safety issues but at the same time was so enthusiastic about how fun it is.
It was a couple days later, we got all the preparation we needed, but I wasn't sure if I was ready. But before I knew it, we were already into the plane, I closed my eyes for a second, and I looked out the window clouds surrounding us, and everything under us just seem to get so small.
That's when I really started to get nervous, I began shaking. Then I felt a hand grab me, it was my friend he stood me up and the pilot shouted, "JUMP!". I flew out, my heart beating so fast, I was numb, my hair was in my face. I was falling so fast and I didn't know what to do, my friend was much too far from me to hear what I was screaming. Time stopped, all I was thinking was "Am I going to live through this" "What's going on?" "I don't know what to do" "I'm so scared" over and over. I was falling fast and I was about 100ft from the ground, I needed to pull my parachute NOW. I pulled the string, nothing happened, I tugged on it, still nothing happened, I pulled so hard the string broke off. I tried the emergency parachute but the string was already gone! That's it I said I'm only 50 ft to the ground, it's over, I'm not going to make it.
I then fell off my bed, and realized everything was a dream, of course I was a little sweaty but I got a glass of water and went back to bed.
THE END