The wind weaves through my hair as I face the edge of the cliff. I had always been scared of heights but it wasn't the fear of falling and hurting myself that struck me. Instead, it was the fear of free falling with nothing to hold me up but my wings. My said wings are mainly charcoal black with the span of ten feet and ruffled feathers that are tiny and sharp. My feathers are considerably unique as it begins dark then miraculously fades into an angelic white. My wings are strong, strong enough to stop falling at very high speeds.
Or at least thats what my friends had calculated. They fall all the time and stope themselves with their wings, which are just a little weaker than mine. Ok, stop trying to delay this. I can do this.
Hesitantly, I walk towards the edge, just inches from falling... one hundred feet.
I raise my left foot, it hovering off the cliff. Unfurling my wings, I prepare for the descent. Suddenly, I feel something bump into me from behind.
The 'thing' and I are knocked off the cliff!
Turning my head, I spy my friend, Mark. "Thanks a lot, Ryna!" He shouts up to his best friend, as his wings catch him and the boy flies upwards. Ryan gives us a salute. "Mark!" I scold, yelling. He turns around. "Come one! It's time you conquered your fear!" I bite my lip as the ground comes rushing towards me.
I quickly unfurl my wings right before I hit the ground. I land, feeling nauseous. "Woo! Good job!" Mark and Ryna congratulate me as I start puking.
