The Sky is the Limit: Part Three
The next few days, all it did was pour sheets of rain,
and Harry was trapped inside his own home. The rain pounded at his windows,
as if to angrily beckon him outside.
Forcing himself to get out of his cozy bed,
he stumbled to the kitchen to have some breakfast. When he was done, he sat
with a blank expression on his face, staring out the window into the bleak and
dreary fog that surrounded the house.
Out of sheer boredom, he took the book from
Tila out from under his bookshelf, dusted it off, and started reading. Mildly
interested, he thumbed through the pages quickly, as he was a rather swift reader.
Minutes turned to hours, and the hours flew
by quickly. By supper time, Harry had read through a good 400 pages of the manual,
even allowing the time for a few pages of notes and sketches.
Although he wanted to practice a few of the
things he had learned, he knew Tila wouldn't want anything to do with him, and
Anthony was probably too busy. Besides, the weather wouldn't allow for any stunts,
much less let an airplane into the clouds.
Harry scowled as the wind rattled the windowpanes
and made pitiful moaning sounds. He curled up in his bed once again and skimmed
through a few more pages of the skydiving book before turning off his lamp and
pulling up the covers.
The next morning, to Harry's surprise, birds
were chirping and the sun shone brightly in through his window, cheerfully lighting
the whole room.
The Mootix smiled and stretched. Today would
be a perfect day for some practicing. He knew what he had to do, and that was
to confront Tila in spite of their recent spat.
After a quick breakfast, Harry slipped on a
pair of shoes and burst out the door, taking a large breath of fresh air and
sighing with content.
Before he knew it, he was knocking on the Cooty's
door. He eagerly waited for her to open her door and greet him, and he imagined
that she would be very happy to see him, and realize how foolish she had been.
But he was wrong. Dead wrong.
The door creaked open, and Tila stood in the
doorway, glaring at Harry. "What do you want?" she demanded. "I'm rather busy,
and if you think you can just come over any time you want, you're wrong."
"But Tila, I--" Harry started to defend himself,
bewildered by his friend's unexpected reaction to his arrival on her doorstep.
"You what?" Tila snarled.
"I was thinking... I mean, we were being pretty
The Cooty cut him off again. "We were being
stupid? I was not being the slightest bit so."
"Er right..." he said, scratching his back.
"Well, I was wondering, now that it's in the past... could you, uh, help me?
I mean with skydiving? I really need to practice some tricks, and--"
Again, the poor Mootix was cut off. "Harry,
I don't believe you. We haven't talked for the past few days, and you suddenly
decide that everything is okay, and that I'm just going to warm up to you straight
away and take you SKYDIVING? You're insane. If you're just going to use me to
convenience you, I don't want any part in this friendship. Goodbye." With that,
she slammed the door hard in his face.
Harry sighed. "Well, that went well," he said
It was the third class, and Harry found himself
in front of the group of students once again. "This time," he instructed, "you
are all going to come with me, one by one, on a jump. I'm going to teach you
all how to skydive today. Next week, we'll work on technique and a few simple
tricks, but for now, we'll stick with the easy stuff."
Harry walked over to Darren. "Did you finish
"Yeah, here it is," the Vernax replied.
Looking it over, Harry nodded with satisfaction.
"Excellent. I'm proud of you, Darren," he smiled, inwardly rejoicing that he
didn't have to nag the young student.
Darren beamed with pride.
"Okay everyone, last week I taught you how to
use all the equipment, so you should all know how to put it on right, but just
in case, I'll check it before you board the plane with me," Harry said. "Now,
A rush of hands immediately raised, all wanting
to go first.
"Uhhh... How about you, Marawyn?" he said, gesturing
to a small but ambitious Zytch.
She eagerly made her way to the skydiving equipment
and started putting it on.
Harry was about to help her tighten one of the
loose ropes, but when he tried, it fell apart in his hands. Confused, he picked
up another rope, but it too fell apart. Somebody had cut the ropes.
He was only too sure it was Darren. Walking
over to him, he hardly had to say a word. He could see the guilt plain as day
in the Vernax's face. "Why did you do it?" he asked, struggling to maintain
Darren's whole body trembled. "I-I don't kn-know,"
he stuttered. "I was angry because you made me do the parachute graph."
By now, Anthony had come to see what the fuss
was about, and was enraged when he found out. "You cut my ropes?" he demanded
He was answered with a nod. "Yes sir, I did,"
he said, looking miserably at the ground.
Now it was Harry's turn to reprimand him. "Do
you know what could have happened if we had attempted to skydive with ruined
equipment like that?"
Anthony was red with rage. "Do you know how
many thousands of Neopoints worth of equipment you blatantly destroyed?"
The Vernax was clearly regretting what he had
just done. "I... I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"This time Darren, sorry is not enough this
time. Someone could have been injured, and now, you'll have to pay for new skydiving
gear. And I think Tony and I both agree that you no longer have the privilege
of attending this class," Harry said. Anthony nodded in agreement.
Darren turned and walked away dejectedly as
the class of students watched him leave, whispering amongst themselves.
"I'm sorry to say that Darren has ruined your
chances of skydiving for today," Harry said regretfully. "Instead we will just
have to review."
Anthony turned to Harry after he had let the
class out. "I'll have new equipment by next week," he promised. "I am most terribly
sorry that this must have happened to such a wonderful instructor," he said,
patting the Mootix on the back. "I will see you next week."
Later that week, Harry finished the skydiving
manual, and decided to return it to Tila.
He stepped out of his house and slowly started
making his way to Tila's neat little house. When he arrived, he saw her bent
over a small flower bed, tending to a few various wildflowers.
From outside her tidy white picket fence, he
called to her. "Hey Tila!"
She turned around and grunted in disgust. "Oh,
you," she scoffed, standing up and walking over to him.
"You seem happy to see me," he replied sarcastically.
"What do you want?" she asked, clearly very
"I just wanted to give this book back. I read
it all, and found it interesting," he said, handing the thick book over the
Harry almost thought he saw Tila smile. "You
read it? The whole thing?" she asked.
"Yeah. Well, thanks for letting me borrow it.
Um, I guess I'll see you later then?" he asked hopefully.
"Doubtful," she replied, "but we'll see."
Monday came around again, and Harry forced himself
to get up out of bed. "Just two more weeks after today," he encouraged himself.
"Then I'm finally free again."
He ate a quick breakfast then straightened up
his small house, then was on his way to teach another skydiving class.
After the fifteen minute walk to the park, he
was greeted energetically by Anthony, and then proceeded to help him set up
and get everything ready before the students started to arrive.
"So, how much did all this new gear cost you?"
Harry asked, still slightly upset with Darren for wrecking it all.
"Thousands. It still baffles me that a student
would do such a terrible and uncalled-for act. He seemed such a decent fella'
when he signed up for the class. Sad, really, how some people can mask themselves
like that, eh my boy?" Anthony said.
"Yeah, it sure is," Harry replied, thinking
about how he and Tila were acting towards each other. "Can I ask you a question,
"But of course! What is it you want to know?"
Anthony said, skilfully folding a parachute.
"Well, say you had a really good friend, but
suddenly you got into this ridiculously pointless fight, but neither one of
you wanted to forgive each other because you were too stubborn, and you were
sure that the other person was wrong and you were right... what would you do?"
"Well, I can't say that I've been in that situation
myself, as I am pretty quick to forgive. But I will tell you this: whatever
this friend of yours may have done, no matter how serious, you need to make
it right with them. If you don't, you will surely be throwing away something
very precious--a friendship. And a friendship is one of the most priceless gifts
a body could ever have."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I suppose you're right,"
"I know I'm right," he responded, a sparkle
in his eyes. "Well, everything is set up. Now, my boy, here come a few of the
students now," Anthony said.
The Mootix looked, and to his surprise, Darren
was approaching him, a determined look on his face.
"Darren?" both Harry and Anthony chorused.
"What are you doing here?"
To be continued...