The Failed Flying Experiment

Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
The air was like sheets whipping in my cheeks, feeling like it cut through to the bone. I couldnt even scream, my brain wasnt even registering. All I could handle right now was the thought that my organs where liquidated into my mouth and I was about to morph into jelly.
I couldnt close my eyes, nor could I breathe, yet I wasnt terrified as I should have been. Oddly I was more concerned about why I was so stupid than my impeding death that was definitely going to happen as I neared closer and closer to the forest, all I had to pass were a few clouds and BAM it would come. I could care less that the trees looked like spikes, all I wanted to do was smack myself.
Wasnt I have supposed to have passed out by now? Something about pressure. . . I dont know, I wish I would have paid attention in physics.
Maybe if I wouldnt have let my friend peer pressure me into going skydiving I would be safely planted like a root to the earth. . . a moveable root, but a root nonetheless. skydiving. of all things to get into to her crazy head it had to be the ridiculous notion of jumping out of a plane into the sea of clouds. The sky may be blue but you cant swim in it!
I had only been falling for about 3 seconds, when the horror kicked in, where is that pulley thing again?
My mouth was wide open, waiting for bugs to go in. Do bugs even come this high up? I'm not about to look. The goggles I was equipped with felt like rocks against my forehead. I hate this, I didnt even want to do this in the first place.
Angela had forced me into it, her and her big smile. She made me feel guilty about everything. She comes up with harebrained plans then abandons them like normal people do tissues. But for some reason this one stuck.
She got the brochure, she took the class (dragging me along, with a skeptics stance), she hired the pilot. Watched from a not-so-far distance and let her go with it. Usually she gets bored with things, I thought this would be like all the others- climbing Mount Everest, breaking a world record, touching her nose with her tongue- all of which she let go to the wind after a few days (or months with that nose and tongue thing). Why did she decide the most deathly one would be the real deal? Why did she decide to get perseverance now?
I think it was the instructor with the nice butt and blue eyes. . . stupid hormones. You are the root of all evil.
Almost 20 seconds had passed when I came in the neighborhood of a cloud. I held my breathe, waiting for the swoosh, or whatever would happen when I sliced through it. It was the third one.
My teeth tried to bite down on my lip, through the desert that had come to my mouth, trying to get feeling to my nose-
thud.

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