Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Cloudsandstuffw 4 P
Cloudsandstuffw 4 P
Jozwiak
Touching the Clouds
Last
Monday, he sighed.
Great Wall of China?
Done.
Eiffel Tower?
Check.
Pyramids in Egypt?
Yep.
Another beat of silence. Carters transition into Smurf-dom was almost
complete--his chin was now entirely covered in blue ink. Jane could smell
the ink all the way from her position across the room. She wrinkled her nose
at the saltiness, while Carter sat, slumped in the chair by her desk,
reviewing the list they had painstakingly spent hours upon hours perfecting.
She watched as his eyes ran up and down the front and back of the sheet,
searching for a forgotten item they had somehow missed.
Found one! Carter cried triumphantly, standing up suddenly. The
chair tipped over with a muffled crash, and an indignant meow was to be
heard as Janes cat, Whiskers, streaked out of the room. We
definitely
didnt do this one. He jabbed a finger into the paper, shoving it under her
nose. And he was right. Written in his perfect, calculated handwriting was
one missed item scrunched in between ziplining and meet Jennifer
Lawrence: skydiving.
Janes stomach dropped inside of her. Really?
Hey, its on the list, he said, pointing at it in case she missed it the
first time. You and I went over this list and promised--no,
vowed
that wed
complete everything on it. And this is it. The last one. Lame as it may be
compared to everything else, we still gotta do it.
The wind attacked her hair and snapped at Janes cheeks, painting
them harshly as the instructor yanked on the door in the plane that was
currently 4000 feet in the clouds. She felt Carters hand slip into hers. Felt
him squeeze it comfortingly as if he somehow knew that her stomach was
doing more cartwheels than she had ever done in her life in this one
moment.
Just like we went over! one of the instructors was screaming,
shouting to be heard over the roar of the speed of the plane. Carter, youre
with me!
Carter squeezed Janes hand once again before inching his way closer
to the yellow-clad instructor. He was looked over and strapped in, and
without any preamble or notice whatsoever, Jane watched as her best friend
flipped out of the plane, his face set into a gigantic, crazed smile that Jane
didnt think shed ever be able to forget.
She rushed as close to the opening as she could, watching as he
disappeared into a tiny dot hurtling down, down, down towards Earth. What
felt like hours later, she saw the ripple of the parachute open from his
backpack, and Carter disappeared behind the bright purple
smiley-face-painted fabric.
Ready? she heard in her ear, vibrating through her body like a drum.
Somehow she was strapped in. She had on a backpack. She was ready to
go, physically. She motioned for the instructor to wait--to wait just one
second. She took deep breaths, rummaging around in her pockets for the
tattered piece of paper Carter had given to her before they had boarded the
plane that would take them as high as the sky.
She found it. And ignoring her instructors disapproving gaze, Jane
crossed out the final item on her and Carters Most Eventful and Totally
Badass Summer Bucket List with a flourish. She took a moment to admire
her handiwork, and the collection of crossed out items.
What an eventful summer it had been indeed.
Ready? she heard again. Felt someone move to stand closer to her.
We have
to jump! Now!
Jane nodded, tucking the paper away. She couldnt believe she was
going to do this.
Couldnt believe she had even come this far. Letting out a deep breath, she
turned to her instructor and gave him a thumb's up. And that, it seemed,
was all that mattered to the man in blue as they jumped from the plane
before Jane had a chance to say goodbye.
Which was unfortunate, since she never got the chance to say
anything after that thanks to the work of a faulty parachute.
CHAR
ACTER
IZATI
ON
3+
Characters
provoke
empathy
within
Characters are
Characters are
well-rounded as a somewhat
result of
developed
INDIRECT*
through indirect
characterization. and direct
characterization. direct
characteriza
tion.