I Will

“I will!”  I said angrily. “No, you won’t!” He teased. I stormed away. Then, I came back and jumped. I was a stubborn child. And a determined one. I started to scream. Partly in fear, party because OMIGOSH I’M SKYDIVING!!! I looked back. He was slack-jawed. Told you I’d do it, I thought with snark. I saw him go back to the cockpit of the plane, taking it off autopilot and eventually landing it below. Now all I had to do was pull the rope and-BAM! I’d have a parachute. My eyes were watering. The air was deafening and painful. I closed my eyes and pulled. I screamed when nothing happened at first, but then I stopped mid-air. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I gasped for breath. But then I realized the parachute had worked. “Yes!” I exclaimed, pumping my fists in the air.

15 minutes later

I was 10 feet from the ground. 7 feet. 4 feet. 2 feet. 1 foot. I realized that I wasn’t used to walking. Nor standing. I stumbled and fell flat on my face. Ugh. Dirt smudged my cheeks. I coughed. A hand appeared. I looked up to find him. I took his hand and stood up. “I can’t believe you did it! Are you okay?” He asked. I gave a toothy grin. My hair was a mess. I’d gotten several bruises from the fall, and probably a skinned knee. But I’d proved him wrong. “Never better.” And I meant it.