Learning to Fly

Every child wishes to be like the superheroes that watch in movies, on the television. I myself was always fascinated with the ability of flight. The way the people glided through the air, their eyes alight with a joyous glow as they flew, I always wanted that. Yet...I never truly realized that the ability was obtainable until I met them.

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I was in high school. Called a loner by my parents, I was socially awkward and accepted by a select few at the school. I was smart, yes, in honors classes and several academic clubs and organizations, but smarts don't win you friends. It seemed that being a simpleton would've been more good for me than being genius. On one particular day, I walked home from school, my eyes focused on the screen of my smartphone. Earbuds in my ears, I didn't notice the movement of the trees nearby or the sound of leaves rushing against the pavement. What made me pull out the ear buds was the temperature. It was strange. It was the first days of fall in the Southeast region of the United States. It shouldn't have been this cold. Yet it felt as if it was fifty or below. I shrugged a bit and continued to walk, my focus now on the nature around me. As I turned onto the dusty road that my home was located on, a hand suddenly gripped at my arm. Said hand gripped me back. The last thing I saw before my eyes shut was a shadow of a lanky body. Then darkness.