{Jump.to.Fly}
Apr 15, 2009 9:53:20 GMT -5
Post by Gempol on Apr 15, 2009 9:53:20 GMT -5
It's quiet. Deathly quiet. I don't hear a single thing. Everything is calm, collected, still. I think more a moment ... am I deaf? My brain tells me I'm not. The wind blows, sending my dirty blond hair flying upwards. I put my hands on my hips, scanning the soundless area. On a usual day, the skies would rumble with the heavy sounds of planes taking off on test runs. Heh, the owners of homes near the factory always complained of the noise. But today ... it's different. Not a plane is standing dormant on the runway, not a single worker is scanning the runway for cracks. I didn't expect this when I sneaked out of the Academy and headed here. The reason I sneaked out? Just to watch the planes hovering thousands of feet in the sky.
I sigh, turn around, and start walking in another direction; away from the factory. My feet scrunch the gravel of the road. I don't feel good anymore. I feel like I wasted my time coming here. I hang my arms to the side; lazily. I'll try next time. While I walk, I look up to the sky. The clouds are plump and big. The sun shines on my face. It's a pretty good day to play around with friends, have some fun.
I don't like having "normal" fun.
"Normal" fun is playing tag, talking, flirting. My kind of fun is more ... far-fetched. I believe that flying over the ground on a Boeing 1,777 is fun. People make fun of me for that. I don't really care. I can just fly over their heads while they're stuck on the ground. Haha. The feeling must be great.
The Academy is in view.
A thought blows into my head like the restless wind. Nobody really cares for flying like I do. The boys in the Academy could care less if they failed or not. They just attended the school because their filthy rich parents stuck them there. I actually cared. I had passion. All the boys cared about were girls and watching the Hunger Games. I don't know why I spend my time with them. Huh, I guess I just want to fly.
I'm almost at the back gate of the Academy. The gate was originally locked tight by the officials. But years of sneaky boys wanting to have secret meetings in the separate girl's school down the road made the gate easy to open with a slight push. I look around for any guards. I place my hand on the sweet spot and push. The gate quietly swings forward for me.
But by the time I step into the school ground someone stops me.
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I sigh, turn around, and start walking in another direction; away from the factory. My feet scrunch the gravel of the road. I don't feel good anymore. I feel like I wasted my time coming here. I hang my arms to the side; lazily. I'll try next time. While I walk, I look up to the sky. The clouds are plump and big. The sun shines on my face. It's a pretty good day to play around with friends, have some fun.
I don't like having "normal" fun.
"Normal" fun is playing tag, talking, flirting. My kind of fun is more ... far-fetched. I believe that flying over the ground on a Boeing 1,777 is fun. People make fun of me for that. I don't really care. I can just fly over their heads while they're stuck on the ground. Haha. The feeling must be great.
The Academy is in view.
A thought blows into my head like the restless wind. Nobody really cares for flying like I do. The boys in the Academy could care less if they failed or not. They just attended the school because their filthy rich parents stuck them there. I actually cared. I had passion. All the boys cared about were girls and watching the Hunger Games. I don't know why I spend my time with them. Huh, I guess I just want to fly.
I'm almost at the back gate of the Academy. The gate was originally locked tight by the officials. But years of sneaky boys wanting to have secret meetings in the separate girl's school down the road made the gate easy to open with a slight push. I look around for any guards. I place my hand on the sweet spot and push. The gate quietly swings forward for me.
But by the time I step into the school ground someone stops me.
Words - 451
