When I was 5, I flew.
No, not like by plane. I literally flew.
You see, I had just seen ‘Peter Pan’ for the first time ever. And, like the little naive kid I was, I just had to try out Peter’s trick. While my babysitter watched a chick flick downstairs, I dug around in my room for some glitter to use as my fairy dust substitute, But what could I use for my happy thought?
“Puppies.”
Now, all prepared for my flight, I laid out some pillows on my floor in case my landing didn’t go as planned. And I jumped.
My feet didn’t hit the ground.
I didn’t hit the ground.
Sometimes I look back on that moment and wonder if I’d been dreaming. Lord knows my babysitter would have flipped if she’d seen it herself. Even my childhood cat, Molly, freaked when she saw it herself.
For ten years, I kept it a secret. Whatever had happened when I jumped off my mattress, I didn’t blab. But someone found out. And now we’re all in danger. They’re after me, they’re after my family, they’re after everyone.
These are the true accounts of Miss Charlotte Patterson. This is what had been set in motion from the moment that glitter hit my matted five-year-old hair.
Be prepared.
