Three boys in our class were looking to compete on a whole new level, since they'd tied on so many easier tests. They planned on a super-high altitude jump.
Only the boys and I went into the plane, and I was there to chronicle the journey, their hopes and fears.
we got to the jump point, we realized that they'd forgotten something,
and I'd forgotten to strap myself down securely enough not to get sucked
out of the plane with them. I hastily tied myself with a long length of
rubber bungee to my laptop and the bolted legs of the row seats. (The
plane was little more than a flying schoolbus)
driver opened the back door,, and the first two boys let go and let
themselves be sucked out into the air. The third boy decided not to go
through with it, but got sucked out before they could close the door.
all of us got back on the ground, only the third boy had survived the
jump, and our class stood and sat around his dying and broken body,
honoring their journey. I was still tied to my equipment, and i sat
inside the ring.
They remarked about looking forward to my story, but i doubted if i would ever finish it.