Diantha Gourdin
Matt Thomas English9
This is an epic tale of a man who has the ability to fly. This man James, Loved his powers but nobody else did. His parents hated him and never gave him any attention. He was very depressed and every body thought he was a freak. One day he met Tim who could do what he did, he was happy. But the this guy was very mean to James because he wanted the be the only one who could fly.
So Tim Challenged James to a race around the world and whoever won could keep the power of flying.
James thought it was a stupid idea but Tim was a horrible person and kidnapped his parents. He forced James to do the race and if he didn’t accept Tim would kill James’s parents so he had to accept the challenge.
James sat in his house looking out the window, wishing he was someone else. He wished he didn’t have the ability to fly, none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for his damn gift. “Pfft, gift, more like curse.” he thought to himself. He let out a deep sigh and looked around angrily, how was he going to beat Tim? He was ridiculed for being able to fly so he hardly ever flew and now he had to fly faster than Tim. He could not do this alone, but who would be willing to help him?
James looked to the internet to find someone, anyone who could help him train. He found a man by the name of Tyrus, he was an old man but he has been flying since he was 5 years old. James wrote him this:
“hello, my name is James. I am cursed with the ability to fly and I have been challenged to a race around the world. I need your help, I need training because he has stolen my family and I need to prove to everyone that I’m not useless. Please contact me as soon as possible.
Thank you -James.”
James waited two weeks for a reply, his hopes were not very high. One night, he decided to check right before he went to bed, he just felt like it was calling to him. His inbox had 50 emails, the majority of them spam but right at the top of the page he read “Re: Flying.” His heart jumped and he opened the email.
“Hello, James. Flying is no curse, you just don’t know how to use it. I can help you harness your power and you’ll be ready in a matter of weeks. The training will be difficult and potentially dangerous, but I believe you can do it. Training will start Monday at 5 am. Meet me at Ginger’s Deli (A good meal is always a wonderful way to begin training.)
~Tyrus.”
It was Saturday, he would begin training in a day! He was so excited it was hard for him to sleep that night.
When he woke up, he wasn’t sure what he should do. He decided to get some things together and he spent the rest of his day day dreaming about kicking Tim’s ass in the race around the world. His dreams were cut short when his phone started ringing. The caller was none other than Tim. He called to tell him the date of the race and was trying to intimidate James, he went on about how amazing he was and how James parents were doing… James wanted nothing more than to shove Tim’s words down his throat. James decided just to hang up on his.
Monday rolled around and James woke up late, when he looked at his clock and it read 6:30 am he freaked. He hurried to put on his clothes and grab his things. He ran for the Deli, he didn’t want to risk flying… He wasn’t to good at it yet. He walked in, trying to look nonchalant. He saw Tyrus and broke into a cold sweat, he was very nervous.
“Well, James. You’re quite late. Two hours to be exact.” Tyrus didn’t sound too angry, he didn’t look it, either. He was a small man with silver hair and soft facial features, he looked like a nice old man who would give you candy every time you saw him; James didn’t expect any candy from him, though. “Sorry I am so late, my alarm clock didn’t go off. This won’t happen again, I promise.” Tyrus smiled and nodded.
“It better not. I already ordered you some food, you should eat fast so we can get to work.” He pushed the plate towards James and James immediately started eating.
Once he was finished they headed out towards the fields, Tyrus asked him about the situation and James tried to explain it to him the best he could. Tyrus was a little worried about the date of the race, it was only three weeks away. They were going to have to work very hard.
The weeks were painful and difficult but James got through it. Within the first week he got faster by 20 miles per hour and he was able to breath at higher altitudes thanks to Tyrus’ breathing exercises.
UNFINISHED BUT HEY. I’LL PUBLISH IT ANYWAY. FOR MAYBE… LIKE… A LITTLE CREDIT FOR IT.
WINKY FACE, ANGRY FACE, SMILEY FACE, ANGEL FACE, EMBARRASSED FACE, WINKY FACE, ANGRY FACE, ANGRY FACE, ANGEL FACE, SMILEY FACEE.
June 3, 2008
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