2. Warriors in Air
8 years later I stand in my small room I've been assigned to in the International Flight Academy School, holding the faded white paper plane from the country side I used to call home. A lot has happened lately. i'm 15 years old. This is my first year at the high school side of the school. After my dad died I decided to take my share of the army funds and peruse my dream, learning to fly. Mom is still in the old country house. We keep in touch. I have to pretend like I don't have mental damage so I can attend the flight school. so that's what we usually talk about.
I turn around and let my eyes scan the room. Millions of paper airplanes line the walls and hang from the ceiling. I go over to my desk to work on my flight class homework. the question asks me what plane is used in combat against a starjet 450. Easy! acticon model 40! I write down the answer and close my eyes. in only 3 days I'll be taking a simulator test to see if im capable of taking a starjet out for flight practice. this will be my first time flying a plane alone. I'm absolutely siked for this.
I open my eyes and smile. "Comines air cadet 300- Mercy Terner for take off!" I say mimicking the head air control teacher mr. Baxenwell. All I have to do is fly the stupid simulator and stuff like that. I say over and over in my head. I decide to take a break from homework and I grab a sheet of white computer paper out of my printer. I fold it into many complicated designs until it looks almost like a real starjet. I let it glide using no gas or propellers. Just the air. It goes the length of the room then it crashes into the wall and falls to the floor.