School of Diversity

Flight class

(Right now this is all that I have prewritten, and I have school, so chapters will not come out as fast as I (and hopefully you) hope. From now on, I will take requests for Ocs,  (original characters) and I have a ownership I have to take care of. Flare belongs to PurpleKnife1987. Now on with the story!)

       As we walked onto the flight field, the teacher, a plump woman with large glasses, Ms. Gibson, waved at us, then we started running the rest of the way down. When we finally got down to the field, Ms. Gibson said "Ah, our new student." "Class, we have a new student. Her name is Ashlee and she has just transferred here from the human realm." Oh, the way she said that made me extremely homesick. I can't even see my dad and my mother is well, gone. I've heard from my dad, briefly that I had a sister that was with my mother when she went missing. I don't really miss her, since I don't remember her at all. I wish I could meet them though, although they're probably dead. I noticed that Flare was there, too. She didn't acknowledge that I was there, which was fine by me. Ms. Gibson called me over once everyone got started "Do you have any flight powers?" She asked. "Uhhhhh, no?" I responded. "I have a few spare brooms back in that shed, you can use one. Oh gosh, this is going to be horrible, I'm going to break my face. I grab a broom, and Ms. Gibson gives me some instruction "Ok, you mount the broom, and push off with your feet, sounds easy right? Now the hard part is to stay balanced. It's like riding on a bike. Except you are in the air." "Oh gosh..." I mumbled. "I'm gonna die." I grabbed the broom, mounted it, and pushed off with her feet. The broom flew off gracefully, and my brown hair with red tips flew all around. I wanted to get higher, so I tilted the broom upwards, though I didn't expect for it to jerk straight upwards. However, the view was breathtaking. The sunrise over a forest of trees, with a dormitory cream-colored building with red brick roof. there were multiple black iron-rod balconies hanging off it. From this view, it was breathtakingly beautiful. I looked down and the class down below, some of which had taken off, looked tiny. "Breathtaking, isn't it?" Brynna said. Wait, what? "GAH!" I yelled as I almost fell off the broom. Luckily, Brynna steadied me just as I almost plummeted to my death. Suddenly Brynna had wings, which looked like they were made out of light. "Oh yeah, I'm a human-sized pixie. Yeah, why did you think I was in flight class? That I just... wanted to watch? Pssh." Brynna laughed sarcastically. I suddenly started to feel nervous, and the broom knew what I was thinking and jolted on me. I crashed down onto the field.   

     "Are you ok?" a random voice asks. I open my eyes to see a girl around my age with blonde hair, blue eyes, glasses, and wearing flannel standing over me. Almost the whole class is standing nearby. The girl reaches out a hand, and I grab it. She helps me stand up, and I notice that I am COVERED in dirt. Dang it. One of my white shirts is ruined. I start to brush myself off, when Ms. Gibson comes over. "Well, that wasn't the most successful of first times flying. You probably shouldn't have gone that high. It's a good thing you didn't break any bones." She says. "What happened after I fell?" I ask. "Well, you fainted, but I happen to know a lot of things when people are hurt. You were only unconscious for about ten minutes. I sent one of my students, Emily to help you when you woke up." Ms. Gibson explained.  "Class is almost over. I'm going to let you and Brynna go early so you can change and get to class.