"The Boy Who Could Fly"

 Another story I wrote. Thanks for read and please tell me what you folks think.

Our story begins in an old American school, around the late 1800’s.  The teacher just asked her students, “What do yah kids wannna do when ya’ll grow up.”

     “I want to be a fireman.”

     “A nurse.”

     “A taco farmer.”

     “A horse cart racer.”

     One by one each kid answered their teacher except one chubby kid in the back.

     “Skyler Walker, you’re the only one.  Tell us what yah gonna do when ya’ll grow up.” The teacher and the class waited in anticipation for the chubby kid’s response.

     A big grin went across Skylar’s face, “I wanna fly.  Fly like a bird.” He said as he flapped his arm fat like wings.

     “Are yah crazy, Skyler?” The teacher’s smile turned into a grin as she busted out laughing.  Skyler nothing in the world can lift you off the ground.  You’re 277 pounds; it would take two hurricanes to lift you up an inch.  You are also the fattest person in town.  You have more chins than a Chinese phonebook.  You have more layers than a wedding cake and you have your own area code.  There is no way you can fly.”

     Skyler was devastated by his teacher’s remarks about his dream, but he said nothing.  He believed when the time comes they will all eat their own words.  He did not want their bad thoughts to poison his dream.

     That afternoon Skyler was at his locker getting his bag ready for the horse ride home, when all of a sudden he was surrounded by a few kids from his school.

     “So yah think yah can fly?” One of the boys interrogated, “Huh, do yah? Do yah fat boy?”

     Skyler looked down at the floor and began to walk away.  He didn’t want to answer to those jerks because it would cause problems.  Another boy grabbed Skyler by the shirt and banged him on a locker.

     “You don’t want to answer?” The angry boy asked, who was shoving Skyler against the locker, “You know we don’t like weirdoes at this school, especially ones that are as fat and stupid as you.”

     Skyler did not want to answer them.  He didn’t want to say or do anything until the moment.  Every second Skyler was quiet the kids surrounding were getting angrier and angrier.

     “BOOM!” “THUMP!” “SLAP!” “BANG!”

     They boys punched, kicked, and banged Skyler’s head until it bled.  After the horrible beating the boys left Skyler in a puddle of his own blood.  Skyler suffered many weeks of harassment.  No one wanted to help the weird kid out and even Skyler suffered the beatings quietly.  He knew one day a greater being or force will show the mean boys the error of their ways.

     One day the class had a trip to the Grand Canyon.  Being at the Canyon helped Skyler realize that if his dream could not come true, he would die trying to make it come true.  Thinking of the constant harassments and beating, he approached a ledge.  Skyler opened up his flabby arms, closed his eyes, and leaped.  As he fell he began to believe more and more in his dream.  As he believed more he flapped harder.  He flapped as hard as he could, but could not rise.  His heart pounded fast, he started to think what he was doing was stupid.  Before falling into the spikes below, he flapped a little harder and soon enough he began to rise.

     “I’m flying?  I’m flying!” Skyler cheered as he exited the Canyon.

     Once out, he took one last look at the people who did not believe him.  He nodded at them, turned around, and flew to the heavens. 

     As they looked at Skyler fly away, a meteorite from the other direction was hurdling towards the class.  The meteorite fell on top of the class.  It was as if it were sent from the gods themselves, only taking out the teacher and the other non believers.