The Sky is the Limit: Part Four
Darren stood timidly in front of Harry and Anthony, shuffling
his feet and studying the ground. "I'm really sorry about everything I did.
If there's any way I could make it up to you, I'd like to do it. I know you
probably don't want me in your class anymore though, and I understand. Here's
50,000 Neopoints to cover in equipment damage."
Harry looked at Anthony. "Just one moment please,"
he said to the Vernax, grabbing Anthony's arm and pulling him back a few steps.
"Tony, I think he's truly sorry for what he did.
If it's okay with you, I'd be willing to accept him back into this class," the
"It's up to you, my boy," Anthony said, shrugging.
"If you want to deal with him, that's your decision."
Turning back to Darren, Harry put on a stern
face. "I will let you rejoin the class under one condition--that you stay after
class and help me put away equipment."
Darren nodded, his eyes gleaming. "I'll help.
Thanks so much!"
Once the class was over, Darren helped Harry
clean up like he promised. When everything was put away nice and neat, the two
said goodbye until the next week.
Anthony smiled at Harry. "You were right about
him, eh? He acted like a mature Vernax today, wouldn't you agree, Harry?"
The Mootix smiled. "Yeah, I was surprised. I
hope he acts this well for two more weeks."
"Yes, just two more weeks. For a first time instructor,
you are doing wonderfully. If you don't mind my asking, how long have you been
skydiving? You're a talented young lad," the Moach complimented.
"Thank you," Harry beamed. "I've been skydiving
for quite a while now," he lied. "Can't remember exactly how long. A few years
maybe? I've always loved being up in the sky, ever since I was a kid." He winced
at all his lies. Before he began skydiving, he had been terrified of heights.
"I'm sure some day, you will be a very successful
and famous skydiver, eh?" Anthony smiled, patting the Mootix on the back.
"Yeah, I suppose," Harry responded, flashing
an uncertain smile. "Well, I'll see you next week." Without another word, he
turned to leave, his heart pounding viciously.
When he reached his house, he shut and locked
the door, as if to stop someone from finding out his secret. He slumped down
by his wall and frowned. He would tell Anthony the truth. He WOULD. He just
had to wait until the class was over.
The next week, Harry dreaded going to teach skydiving
classes. Although he didn't see how it was possible, he was sure Anthony somehow
found out he had been lying to him all this time.
Much to his dismay, his fears were confirmed
as he saw Tila walking away from Anthony. The Moach's eyes were fierce with
inexplicable anger, and his lips were set in a firm line as a nervous Harry
"So, uhhh, you know Tila? Yeah, uhhh, she's a
really good friend of mine. Actually she was a very good friend of mine, but
now--" The trembling Mootix stopped speaking abruptly and looked at Anthony.
"So, you had never been skydiving before that
time I asked you to teach my class?" he barked.
"No sir, I--"
Harry was cut off by Anthony. "Do you know what
danger you put my students in?" He got no answer, as Harry only hung his head
in shame. "Well, DO YOU?" he demanded, his fist clenching and unclenching at
"Yes, I do sir. I'm very sorry, and I--"
Once again he was interrupted. "As a grown up
Mootix, I would expect better of you! You have thoroughly disappointed me, young
Mootix," Anthony chided him, as he would a young child guilty of uprooting up
a newly potted flower. "I don't want you teaching my last two classes. Please
leave, Harry. And take these Neopoints. You don't deserve them, but it would
be wrong of me not to pay you for your time," he said, shoving a bag of Neopoints
in Harry's face.
Taking the Neopoints, the Mootix swallowed the
horrible lump in his throat and nodded, not able to speak. Humiliated, he walked
away slowly, his shoulders sagging, the angry instructor glaring after him.
As Harry walked home, he recalled seeing Tila
leave right before he had been fired. As he trudged slowly home, he kicked every
little object that was in his path, angrily watching them bounce here and there.
Just as he was about to kick what seemed to be
a rock, his leg stopped in mid kick, and he bent over to pick up the object.
It was a shiny pink gem, like something off a Neopet's collar or hair clip.
He picked it up and put it in his pocket, then ran to his house.
Searching around his messy office, he found a
piece of paper and a pen, and began to write. When he was done, he folded it
and slipped it into an envelope, along with the shimmering pink gem.
Strolling out his door, he sealed the envelope
closed and walked over to his neglected flower bed, picking the most beautiful
pink flower he could find.
When he was satisfied with his choice, he started
walking determinedly to Tila's house.
Anthony stood in front of his class of skydivers,
who all wanted to know where Harry was. "I'm afraid Harry wasn't really a professional
skydiver, and wasn't fit to teach you wonderful students," he said regretfully.
"So I will be teaching you this week and the next. I hope this change doesn't
inconvenience any of you."
There were a few raised eyebrows and questioning
voices as students exchanged glances.
"But why?" one student spoke up. "Harry was a
very good teacher."
"Yes, he was quite exceptional, but you must
understand; Harry was not skilled enough to instruct you correctly," the Moach
More murmurs of dissatisfaction rose from the
students, and they began voicing their opinions all at once to the bewildered
"I know you are all disappointed, but getting
upset with me will do you no good! Everybody be quiet and cooperate. I'm teaching
this class now, not Harry."
Everyone grew silent, and Anthony began to instruct.
When the class was over and almost everyone had
left, Darren approached Anthony. "Tony?" he said. "I know Harry messed up, but
do you think you could give him another chance? It is only next week, after
all. I know I didn't deserve another chance, but he gave it to me anyway."
Anthony sighed as he wrapped up a rope. "I'll
think about it. Now you run along home, eh?"
"I promised I'd stay and help clean up after
class. You don't mind, do you?" Darren asked.
"I suppose that would be all right, my boy,"
the Moach said, almost smiling in spite of his difficult day.
The Vernax grinned and set to work.
Harry knocked timidly on Tila's front door, and
stood waiting for her to answer. When she did, he began to speak before she
had a chance to say anything. "Tila," he started, "I'm really sorry about everything.
I was very wrong and foolish to go this long without apologizing. Here, these
are for you," he said, handing her the flower and envelope with a timid smile.
Tila hesitated, then opened her door wider. "Come
on in," she said. "I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for not accepting your apology the
first time, and I'm sorry for telling the instructor." The Cooty sat down on
a chair, and Harry sat down across from her.
"You shouldn't be sorry for telling Tony... I
should've told him long ago. In fact, I think you probably did me a favor,"
"No... I shouldn't have told him. I told him
for the wrong reasons; I was mad at you and wanted you to get into trouble.
I'm terribly sorry," she responded.
"It's okay, really. Well, are you going to open
the envelope? I hope you'll accept them. I've been a horrible friend."
Tila gasped when she saw the gem in the envelope.
She took it out and admired it, smiling at Harry. She read the note he had written
her, and her grin grew even wider. "No, you're not a horrible friend. You're
the best friend I've ever had, Harry," she said. "And I missed you so much."
"Me too," the Mootix said.
Tila stood up and hugged Harry. "You wouldn't
want to go on a skydiving jump by any chance, would you?" she asked coyly.
"Would I!" he exclaimed. "There's nothing I'd
like more right now. Best friends always know these things."
"Of course they do! Well what are you waiting
for then?" Tila giggled, tearing out the door. "Last one to my plane is a rotten
Harry grinned, racing out after her as fast as
his short Mootix legs could carry him.
At long last, Tila and Harry were finally friends
To be continued...