Freefalling
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Ongoing9m
Last published Fri, Jul 27, 2012
And then I jump. I am lying on my stomach, lying on thin air. It reminds me of when I was a kid on school camp and we went abseiling. The feeling of lying on your back and holding yourself up with just a rope. This is like that only 200 times more intense.The air flies through me and I remember to pull the string to my parachute. It inflates and pulls me up with a light jerk, then letting me sail down. I am a seagull in free fall. I am a ballet dancer leaping and spinning. I am a singer with my song played on the radio for the first time. I am Rose Jane Dawson, and I am freefalling.
Rose is a sensible girl, and she spends most of her life blending in to the background, but when her best friend in the world decides she needs a life, everything changes. If it’s for better or worse, we are yet to find out.
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