Falling Up by Vanessa Bernales (good books for high schoolers .TXT) 📖

was possible.
I looked over the edge the sun was setting I could feel the air change, with me in the middle. The sky was pinkish orange so beautiful I wanted to touch it with my fingers, I wanted to stay in this moment I never wanted the sky to turn black. I wish I could forget this day had happened. I lead over the railing catching that last rays of light from the sun. I felt nice on my cold cheeks, as I breath a puff of cloud escape my lips like a ghost. I smile feeling young again, from being amaze at the most simple of things I miss this feeling. I looked around there was nobody insight.
I could feel the coldness where my sweater was still damp where the winter air dried it frozen, numbing my chest and stomach. I leaned closer to the sun begging for its heat to warm my frozen body. I leaned a little to far to a point where I can’t feel the floor beneath my feet the ground was all I see but I was looking up. Time froze, I could fell my heart thrash around my chest like a wild animal. Nothing in my mid but the drop bellow, I tried to grip the railing but my hand came up empty. The air was knocked out from my lungs, I’m falling and I couldn’t breath hear or see. I closed my eyes shut as if not seeing the image that was about to happen would make it any less real. When I die I don’t want to see my blood slowly empty me, I don’t want to hear the thud of my body as it hit’s the rocks. I don’t want to smell, sap from the trees I hit. I want to remember the sun it warmth its light. I want to remember the taste of orange juice and the winter air. But before I could feel the jagged rocks rip my skin apart, my body jerk up wards. I felt hands around my waist holding me tight. I felt pulling, up or down I don’t know I couldn’t force my eyes to open yet. But time wasn’t frozen any more, it was speeding forward. All of a sudden I felt something even better than air, something solid under me. I was laying on the ground with my legs cradled agents my chest. Did I die? But if I did why doesn’t my body feel like it just fell of a cliff. Is it God gift to everyone that if you die a painful death you would be able to fell those last pain? I was breathing wildly gasping for any taste of air I was hungry for it. A few minutes passed and as my breathing became more controlled I finally open my eyes. Would it be heaven I see?
I rolled over to my left side, meeting a face as I looked up. I tried to sit up but my head started to spin my body pulling me down to the ground but before it did hands stopped me.
Great he probably thinks I’m drunk I smell like I am.
I have never seen eyes that could swallow you whole. Eyes so deep you couldn’t help but stare into them wondering if you had ever seen its shade in a dream. His eyes are the color of melting ice with specks of blue and gray. They reminded of winter and snow. I have never seen him before and yet I was in his arms which I couldn’t deny, they were burning hot though my jacket and shirt the heat rested on top my skin. I could feel my cheeks redden the back of my neck sweating with heat. I didn’t notice until now that my arms were shaking, they vibrated harder as I looked at them. I wasn’t even cold but I couldn’t force them to stop. I looked back at his eyes his eyebrows creased with worry his full lips parted.
“Are you alright?” his voice was soft and sweet coated with concern it didn’t match the rouged lines of his jaw. I expected him to sound loud and rough but his voice is like an angles. I forget that he asked me a question until the corner of his lips twisted up in to a shy smile which temporally makes my hearts rhythm jump a notch. Why was he smiling, did I make a funny face? Oh no I made a funny face.
“I’m fine.” I say a little to fast and loud I could feel my cheeks get redder. He probably thought I was an idiot almost falling to my death, talking like I could barely speak. I just kept looking at his eyes, I wanted to touch them to make sure they were real to make sure I wasn’t dreaming him. Then there was a roar of voices toward the house some screaming some laughing, I turned toward the door and back to the mystery man that has saved me he jumped up to his feet. A lump rise in the back of my throat, was he leaving me. He looked at the sliding door and back.
“ Do you need any help? Should I call your parents?” I shook my head then he offered his hand and I took it.
“No. I’m… I’m fine now.” I said as I pulled myself up with his help. Imprint

Publication Date: 07-01-2011

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