Aaron Cyrus: February 29th,20XX
The wind whipped at the few exposed patches of my skin as I soared through the sky, but I wasn’t in the state of mind to pay it much mind.
The tension split my attention between worrying about the kids and worrying that I was going to fall out of the sky and end up creating a crater on the ground. I devoted a small part of that half to worrying if anyone would see me, but I was currently completely covered from head to toe. Even if anyone saw me, I doubted they could identify me.
I’d flown higher than was necessary to avoid the crowd of police and reporters outside, so descending was difficult and scary. The air was thin where I’d stalled in the air and added to the stress of the situation.
The glasses were slightly foggy as I worked to find a decent lan
