Winged angel

I stood above them all; anxiously awaiting my turn. I feel sick, not from nerves though, sick from waiting for so long. I just want to get it done, to show them that I am the best.
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Deep breathing slowly reduces the sickness. It's time to go. Now the nerves arrive. What if my wings fail? What if the parachute doesn't work? What if...?
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Closing my eyes, I cut off all thoughts and take the leap... I am falling. Falling fast. I face my fear and pry my eyes open. My wings spread out and catch the breeze.
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Looking around I see sharp jagged teeth protruding from behind the oak. I can smell the intoxicating scent of fresh water and old wood, mixed with the mountain air.
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I flew like a demon on a mission... I was dressed in red after all. The ground was rolling like a wave in the rough sea and I was helpless as I flew towards it. Water cascaded down upon me as I glided through a waterfall.
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As I look behind me, I see another wave of bodies plunge downwards off the cliff. I was wrong... we don't look like demons. We look like flying angels.
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Tugging on the strings of my parachute, I start to panic. It doesn't open. Frantically I pull and pull until... WHOOSH! I am pulled back into the air. From here it's just a case of drifting towards the landing spot.
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As I approach the landing spot, I start to hear things. "wow! Look at her, she's so cool." That makes me smile. I have done what I wanted to do. I look down upon the others, trying to return to my superior state. They must know who is best. My fathers voice calls out above the others. "She wasn't always that hostile. My baby used to be so kind towards everyone." He goes on and on, just talking to his friends as they watch the last of my descent.
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But I don't hear the rest. All I can hear is the happy cries from my childhood. Dreaming was all I did back then. Flying, that was my ultimate dream. "Daddy, when can I go and fly?"
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Then I'm older. "Dad, can you please take me flying. Its all I want to do." But he never let me. It was always one excuse or another.
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Suddenly I am jerked back into reality. I had lost control of my parachute and now they are screaming my name. People are screaming my name but I have no time to listen.
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I see the jagged rocks coming up to meet me and then...
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