She let the wind blow her jet black hair, her legs ready to jump. Confidence surged through the thirteen year old girl. She was going to go through with this. She was going to jump. Her knees bent, her arms stretched, and her brown eyes filled with readiness, She Jumped. Instead of falling, the wind lifted her body up. Except it wasn't the wind, no. It was something deep inside of her.
"Diana !" Called a now annoyed friend. Diana had been sitting cross-legged by the blue cot thinking about the first time she flew. She heard her friend call,but there is a difference between hearing and listening. Diana liked to think. In fact, That is what she did Ninety percent of the time. Think.
"Diana ! " Barry repeated. " We need to talk. "
" What could we possibly need to talk about ? Did I do anything to you ? " Diana replied. She slowly stood up and rolled up the sleeves of her maroon sweater.
" Actually, we all want to talk to you ." He said. Barry looked bored, as if this was going to happen for a while.
"Oh, it's about the incident."
He sighed, " Lets get this over with. "
