Freefalling

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Chapter One

“Are you ready for this?” My utterly bestest best friend in the world asks me.

“Nope, but, then again, I’m never ready for anything I do with you,” I laugh with her.

I look out the window of our tiny plane and suddenly remember my choking fear of heights.

“Did I ever mention that I am absolutely terrified of heights?” I queried

“Many more than once my lovely” Soph replied with verve.

“So remind me why you got me SKY DIVING TICKETS for my 16th!!” I practically scream at her, my voice already loud in order to get above the noise level of the propellers and the engine.

“my friend, my friend, you need a life, and this will be a start. It’s called facing your fears” She told me in her really pissy offy matter of fact voice.

“Ohhhhh, it all makes sense now,” I retort, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

At this point I am willing to admit that sarcasm does not sit well on me. Me with sarcasm is like a 7 year old with Lady Gaga’s fashion sense. Well, like anyone with Lady Gaga’s fashion sense I guess.

Just as I am complaining to Soph about how not only is she making me do this, she’s didn’t even get me the tickets that allowed me to be strapped to the really hot instructor (!), the really hot instructor walks in announcing that it’s time for “the drop”.

I stand up shakily and follow him into the drop part of the craft. I check that my parachute is on properly, and before I know it, I am standing in the drop off zone. I don’t look down as I slowly count down from ten.

10. Gulp

9. “Soph, I’m not sure I want to do this!”

8. “You’ll be fine honey”

7. “No I really won’t!”

6. “And don’t call me honey”

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3. “Good luck my lovely, nice knowing you!”

2. “I really don’t want to do this!”

1. “Scariest birthday ever!!!”

And then I jump. I am lying on my stomach, lying on thin air. It reminds me of when I was a kid and had to go abseiling on school camps. The feeling of lying there and holding myself up with just a rope. This is like that except 200 times more intense. The air flies through me and I remember to pull the string to my parachute. It inflates and jerks me slightly upwards, then letting me sail down. I am a seagull in free fall. I am a balletdancer leaping and spinning through the air. I am a singer hearing my song played in a record store. I am Rose Jane Dawson, and I am free.

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