“I’ve always wanted to fly,” I whispered, leaning my head forward to get closer to Sky’s ear.
“Then go on.” Sky didn’t really pay attention and focused on the man singing in front of us instead.
Tonight is the anniversary of our school. The hall wasn’t too crowd, people were really tired of school to the point they’d stop coming if there are no classes; even though it’s the school annual party.
“I never got a chance to fly. I’ve never been on an airplane before. What was it like being up there, Sky? They said it’s beautiful, but I think it’s kinda scary though, to be miles away from safety tools. You don’t have hospital up there, or police station, so if bad things happen then you’re done, you can’t do anything. I wanna fly, but I’m also scared at the thought of it.” I talked in a low toned voice.
“You don’t think when you fly, you just feel. You feel the soothing light of the sun and imagine soft textured clouds touch your fingers while the wind blows below your neck. Beside, why’d you think when you are 30.000 ft above the earth? Leave your bad thoughts down there. you really like to complicate things don’t you?” Sky turned around and faced me, looking uneasy.
The music ended, it was the time for the party to end too.
“Okay, sorry.” I mumbled as I straightened my back, ready to get up. Sky was already standing and left.
“Here, take these. Fly on the way home.” Sky came back, handed me lustrous pink and grey balloons from the photo corner.
I grinned then asked, “Take a picture of me?”
If I fly, will I ever touch the Sky?