I was shoved backward so hard I forgot I was falling. Thirty feet away, Amy was a mirror image of me, but her face was all scratched up from the debris and scraps. I felt a warmth on my face that hadn't been there before. I wiped my face with my coat sleeve. Blood appeared on the leather. Ignoring the sting on my face I looked down. I was free falling so fast I couldn't really catch my breath.
Forcing myself to breath I called out to Amy, asking if she was alright. She shook her head in response. Her arm hurt and her face was a mess. I reminded her when to pull the cord, then concentrated on my own decent. The green sea of grass beneath me was coming up quick, and I wanted to be ready. But just as I came into range, I saw I was heading right for the trees to the left of the meadow.
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I released my parachute, slowing my decent. Amy looked at me quizzically then pulled hers to. I leaned to the right, trying to redirect my route, down into the valley instead of the trees. That didn't work, so I adjusted my weight so I floated slightly in the direction of the meadow. It wasn't enough. My attempts were useless. I was heading straight into the sea of green leaves beneath me.
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AcciónWilliam Shakespeare has been credited with writing 37 plays and 154 sonnets. What would happen if one more was found 400 years later? This novel follows two orphaned sisters and a boy who seems to know just a little bit too much, as they are thrown...
