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Daredevil pt. 3
          By: Kit Corduroy
          
          While formulating a last minute plan, three birds flew at me head on. 
          So I dodged them, accidentally losing my balance in the process.
          
          Without enough strength to regain my bar-spinning groove, I descended 
          at a rapid speed.
          
          "AHHHHH!" I shrieked, falling through a tall treetop. A branch 
          momentarily supported my weight, breaking soon after.
          
          And as if right on cue, a choir of laughter erupted around me at the 
          exact same time my bottom smacked roughly onto the ground. Too 
          disoriented to feel embarrassed about the mocking crowd nearby, I 
          silently checked for any major injuries.
          
          "Are you okay?" A young male voice asked, out of the blue. I glimpsed
          overhead at the looming figure the voice came from, surprised anyone 
          even bothered to ask me that.
          
          He wore a similar uniform to me (of course, minus the rips and tears 
          on mine.) He held out his hand just in case I needed help standing up.
          
          "No thanks, I'm fine." I shook my head, bearing down on my staff as if 
          it were a cane. "Only stings a little."
          
          "Well that's good to hear." The guy chuckled. "Last time I fell from 
          heights like that, I got hurt so bad that I had to be rushed out to 
          the nearest emergency room."
          
          "You're sooo going to have to tell me all about that!" My eyes 
          twinkled with anticipation. "My name's Tinsley by the way."
          
          "Hi, I'm Deuce. Nice to meet ya." The new kid said, a smile plastered 
          across his face.
          
          "Do you need any help finding your way to class? I'm already tardy so 
          it doesn't really matter."
          
          "WAIT, I thought classes didn't start for another fifteen minutes!"
          Deuce groaned. "Must've gotten this schedule mixed up with my old one,
          so much for first impressions!"
          
          "I think you may be overreacting a bit there." I laughed. "But anyway, 
          tell me the story behind that one wacky situation of yours."

Daredevil pt. 2
          By: Kit Corduroy
          
          Approximately ten minutes later, the soreness in my arm became 
          unbearable. 
          
          I tried to think of it as an endurance training exercise but with no
          such luck. Note to self: long metal sticks are only useful for flying 
          across short distances.
          
          Both of my ears popped for the umpteenth time this morning just as my
          patience had completely ran its course. It was official, I had to get 
          down from here one way or another!

Daredevil pt. 1
          By:  Kit Corduroy
          
          With a hardcore lifestyle like mine, you bet your ass there's gonna be
          some broken bones by the end of the day. The first thing on the 
          itinerary: going airborne.
          
          As I stood on top of the unsupervised roof area, I strapped on a pair 
          of goggles and adjusted the old-fashioned aviator hat that covered my 
          twists. Preparing for lift off, I eyed the only piece of gear that I 
          was equipped with for this flight-a staff my parents gifted me on my
          fifteenth birthday-one last time. Before holding the gadget above my 
          head.
          
          Knowing that not even a safety net was underneath me.
          
          I then began to twirl the metal rod in between my fingers as if it 
          were a baton. Mimicking the motions of a helicopter.
          
          Slowly but surely, my combat boots inched away from the roof. 
          Levitating.
          
          "Look, mommy!" A little girl from the neighborhood hollered, seconds 
          later. "Somebody's hovering over a roof!"
          
          Upon hearing this, my mouth stretched into a wide grin. About time
          someone acknowledged my efforts.
          
          My hand rotated at a faster pace, steadily raising my body higher into 
          the sky. Gradually gaining momentum, I start to steer in the direction 
          my school was located in.
          
          The view down below was unlike anything I've ever witnessed before: 
          Cityscapes and suburban households laid out like a three dimensional 
          map, but in real time. Adorned with street lights and cars that 
          appeared small enough to belong on a collectors' playset, and humans 
          the size of ants.
          
          And for a fleeting moment, I felt unstoppable.
          
          That was until reality kicked in. hard.
          
          "Owww" I groaned, snapping out of my brief distraction. My right arm 
          was aching after hanging in the air for so long. Just one side effect I 
          didn't consider at the beginning of this rather extreme trick.
          
          Lowering myself closer to land, I scanned for any familiar buildings.
          But to no avail. 
          
          I swore under my breath, turning around in a painfully slow manner. No
          sense in getting lost any further.