I Learn To Fly is the fourth chapter of The Gift of a Best Friend. It was first published on May 30, 2016.
I love being with my grandparents, Doc and Drew, at their house. It’s so cool and big. So is my other grandparents’ house.
Me, Mommy, Daddy, Fiskerton, and Komodo went to see my grandparents, my great-uncle Doyle, and my aunt Whitney for the day. Grandma and Grandpa were working on the airship. It’s a big orange blimp that they can fly anywhere in the world. It’s so cool!
“Hey, Mom,” Daddy said.
Grandma was working on the engine and she came out from under it to see us. “Hey.”
“He’s working on the other engine in the wing. We’re giving the airship an update.”
“Can I help?” I asked.
Grandma frowned. “Umm . . .”
“Drew, I think she can learn,” Mommy said. “The earliest she learns, the more she’ll learn about it as she gets older. And you know how much she likes to help.”
Grandma smiled. “Yes, I do. Alright.”
“Yay,” I cheered.
Daddy laughed. “Well, while you two are here, Sarah and I will go see Dad.”
“We’ll be right outside if you need anything, Jasmine,” Mommy said.
“Ok,” I said. “Bye.”
Mommy and Daddy left the room. Fiskerton went with them, but Komodo stayed with me.
“Ok, Jasmine,” Grandma said. “You ready to learn how this engine works?”
“Ready,” I replied.
We sat next to the engine.
There were a lot of wires inside of it, and Grandma explained to me what each of them did. Or tried to.
“This is confusing, Grandma,” I said.
She smiled, like she understood. “It will be at first. But you’ll get the hang of it eventually.”
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short.”
Komodo growled in agreement, rubbing his head against mine and licked it. I laughed because it tickled.
“So do you still want to stay here and help me with this thing?” Grandma asked. “Or do you want to go find your parents?”
I thought about it for a moment. “I want to stay.”
Grandma and I worked on the engine and Komodo helped a little bit. Then we went to go find Mommy and Daddy. They, Fiskerton, and Grandpa were outside talking.
I ran up to them. “Mommy, Daddy, I fixed the airship.”
Daddy picked me up. “You did? All by yourself?”
“No. Grandma helped me, and Komodo did too.”
“She’ll be a good engineer when she grows up,” Grandma said.
“But I don’t want to be an engineer. I want to be a dancer.”
I jumped out of Daddy’s arms, landed on the ground, and spun myself a few times.
“Jasmine, you can be more than one thing,” Mommy said.
I stopped twirling and looked at her. “I can?”
“Yes. You can be anything. Do anything. Especially since you’re going to live forever.”
“Really? Then maybe I will also be an engineer too.”
“That’s the spirit,” Grandpa said.
Fiskerton nodded in agreement.
Then I thought about someone. “Hey, where’s Doyle, Zon, and Whitney?”
“Up there,” Grandma answered, pointing to them flying in the sky in the distance.
Doyle was flying on his jetpack and Whitney was flying on top of Zon.
“Hey!” I called and ran toward them.
“Jasmine,” Daddy called. “Wait up!”
But I didn’t. I continued to run. But Fiskerton caught up and picked me up. I screamed when he did.
I activated my cryptid controlling powers. My eyes glowed orange, and so did Fiskerton’s, which meant I was in control of him. I made him put me on his shoulders and had him run to them. I had him stop when we were under them. I used my mind to call to Zon. She came to me and landed right next to us. Doyle came down too, and Mommy, Daddy, Grandma and Grandpa came toward us.
“Jasmine, don’t do that again,” Daddy said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you caused Mommy to run and she can’t do that while she’s carrying your brother.”
My eyes widened. “Really? Mommy, is he ok?”
“He’s fine, and so am I,” she answered, rubbing her big belly. “Zak, you worry too much. Besides, exercise is good for him.”
“Oh. Hi, Doyle.” I gave him a hug.
“Hey, how’s my great-niece?” he asked.
“I’m ok,” I said. Then I went to Zon and Whitney. “Can I fly with you guys?”
“Actually, I thought that maybe we could fly together,” Daddy said.
“On what?” I asked.
“In the fighter jet, if it’s ok that we can burrow it. Dad?”
Grandpa smiled. “As long as you don’t scratch it.”
“Yay,” I cheered.
“Oh, fine,” Mommy said. “But, Zak, don’t fly it like crazy while Jasmine is with you.”
“Sarah, do you honestly believe that I’ll put our own daughter in danger?” Daddy asked.
“No. But I know how you are.”
“Fair point. But I promise I won’t do anything reckless.”
“Yeah, sure you won’t.”
“Can Whitney come with us?” I asked.
“Of course,” Daddy replied.
I tried to pick her up from Zon’s back, but I could only do it a little bit before I tripped and pulled her with me, her landing on top of me. She was heavy. She laughed.
Daddy picked her up off of me and we went to the fighter jet.
We flew in the air for a while and me and Whitney were sitting on Daddy’s lap, looking down at the ground.
“Hey, Jasmine, do you want to fly it?” Daddy asked me.
“Didn’t you promise Mommy not to do anything reckless?” I asked.
“I promise that I wouldn’t do anything reckless. But not that you wouldn’t do anything reckless. So, do you want to fly this?”
I grabbed the stick and Daddy showed me what to do, which was easier with this than it was with Grandma.
“Ok. Keep her steady,” Daddy said.
“It’s a girl?” I asked.
“Well, no. It’s not either a boy or a girl.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t know. Now, do you want to try something reckless?”
He told me what to do and I did it. I had the fighter jet spin us in a circle. I screamed, but I liked it. Whitney did too.
Mommy, Grandma, Grandpa, and Great Uncle Doyle were watching us the whole time, and they, except Doyle, were mad at Daddy when we were done flying. Me too, but not that mad.
It was all worth it.
Yeah, short chapter. There is kind of a lot of them, but they won't stay short. The next chapter's going to be good.
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