I believe I can fly {Frankel}
Nov 30, 2015 9:31:08 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Nov 30, 2015 9:31:08 GMT -5
Mina Knudsen
It’s time to fly. Time to leap from the cliff edge and allow time and luck to determine what happens to us. Anything can happen in that split second between stepping off the cliff and hitting the water but that isn’t where the danger just ends. Once I am in the sea, I need to release myself from the watery cage before I drown. There is no beach around here, just a slightly less steep cliff face to climb up. But I’ve done it all my life. I need to allow my past to give me reassurance that I will be safe. All the skills I have learnt will protect us both and a small ounce of luck will help boost our survival.
Fighting away all the negative possibilities, I can’t allow fear to take control of me. I’ve tried to pull away fear from Teagan however it seems to have taken a detour to me. It happens all the time. Maybe my conscious is telling me to grow up; maybe it’s my mother shaking her fist at me. If I can fight the face of my mother, I can laugh in the face of danger. I know I am not invincible but to survive in this world, we must allow ourselves to get hurt so we can learn. Prepare ourselves for worse to come for Panem is not at all a safe world. Thankfully District Four has all the necessary apparatus to help us train for life. Even outside of the training centre, there are still natural facilities for us to practice on. Cliffs, waves, even the nets that are crafted on the beach. All these necessary skills we need in life and may need when our names are pulled from that glass bowl.
Possibilities like to take over my mind; they like to distract me from the moment. I can’t allow them to do that now. Right now it is just me and Teagan. My mind can shut off for a moment and allow me to have fun.
Waves attack the cliff face, eroding away the rock with the hydraulic action from the water. The waves are waiting for us both, calling for us to jump into their clasp. They’re ready to gobble us up and hopefully quickly spit us back out again. As well as the waves, the cliff waits to give us the push to ourpossibledoom.; it’s just the starting line to our finish.
Glancing to Teagan, I’d slip my hand onto his. ”Yes I can count!” I’d grin, slightly bumping him in the forearm with my free hand. ”Right then, lets go…three..”
Returning to me, the parade of possibilities begins to march across my mind. What happens if I jump too late, or if he does? What happens if neither of us returns to the surface? What happens if we spontaneously hit an invisible rock? I can’t allow it to take over.
”…two..”
Wiping away the fear, excitement wins the battle against the deadly emotion. I’ll enjoy it, he’ll enjoy it. Just this one jump and he won’t ever be able to stop throwing himself off. I just need adrenaline to kick in.
”…One!”
Having hold of Teagan, I’d step off the cliff of the edge; allowing luck to take over us both.