I watched my little sister shoot up the cliff, with big, white wings that she literally JUST GREW. Which we would have a talk about later but first we would talk about how she JUMPED OFF A CLIFF.
I pushed my way through the gathering crowd towards her, screaming “SKYLAR! SKYLAR!”
She glanced toward me and smiled, then started to push her way through the crowd.
I saw her trip and then get up again, making good progress toward me.
She tripped again and this time didn’t come up.
I rushed over, shoving people away from me as I raced toward her. When I reached the spot where she had fallen, I saw a black brochure with small cursive script written across the top. It read, Seattle Center for Special Cases. Under that in an even tinier script were the letters SCSC. I gulped, a not-quite-chill jogging up my spine.
