The Beauty of a Tree

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

 

The letter disgusted me; where in the world is a 52% considered passing? Yet here I am, the lucky guy who passed with an F. For a high school child this would be heaven but to me it was just another annoyance in life.

My name is Miguel Zayas the prodigy of modern aviation. I am 18 years old and had just graduated from school in May. Today is June 26 and already 29 letters have arrived inviting me to join the air forces.

Why am I a prodigy? You may ask.

Well it all started with my father General Roberto Manuel Zayas or “Avian” as he was referred to in the military. My father joined the forces about my age but he started as a lowly cadet. At first my father was just another good for nothing boy cleaning bathrooms, until the war came that is. In the battle of Z’s (named after him) my father was just a cook, when a surprise attack by Afghani forces attacked the battalion of ships in the Atlantic (including my father’s ship). A party the night before was the doom of the whole battalion, only the ships AA guns where operational because all the pilots were drunk! My father wanting some action jumped into a plane (which he never had used before!). His general was cursing at him and calling him back which only flamed my hard headed father. Ignoring his commands my father flew out. At the beginning the plane just fell and the crew pronounced him dead but he wasn’t because right before crashing into the Atlantic my father was able to pilot the plane (During his first time!) and into his doom he went.

When the battle was over only my father remained, he alone had intersected and eliminated 25 other pilots. When he landed although he was scolded, they had transferred him to the Air Force where he trained and for the next 23 years became the best pilot ever to exist. He left the force when he met my mother and had me. When I was only 4 years old the country came under attack and my father was recalled.

September 14th

The day of glory as it is called; was the day when my father single handedly ended the war. As the myth goes supposedly my father and step father (long story) flew to what was supposed to be his final flight and it was.

My father and the other pilot took on a whole army; the other pilot (my step dad) was blown off pretty soon into the fight. What happened next…nobody knows.

Apparently right before my father’s plane was blown his plane started glowing green then an explosion with the intensity of 30 Hiroshima’s took out the whole army forces but here’s the catch: No crater; no debris was ever found. My step dad in the hypocenter survived and the only people to die were the enemy (No civilians) and so nobody knows what had truly happened. My father was never found and so he was pronounced dead. My father was named a hero.

His best friend married my mom and now I’m a prodigy.

Isn’t that convenient!

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