Band of Brother's fan fiction

"Gracie!" Yelled Stella as she clambered over a few guys who were securing their parachutes and keeping everything in check. "Gracie we're gonna be jumping in about… two minutes, so get to the front, OK?"

I nodded and shoved through a few guys who were either chatting about the adrenaline of the jump, how shit scared they were or how they thought this may be the last thing they'd ever do. I felt entirely differently, I wanted to jump, to feel the wind slash at my skin as gravity sucked me down like a vacuum. I was ecstatic. I was ready.

Accelerated free fall was something I'd always wanted to do, a perfect opportunity to feel like I could actually fly. My mother had always said if you really want to do something, you should go for it. This was my chance, and Stella was coming with me.

"Gracie!"

I glanced to the two instructors ahead of me who were smiling at me with anticipation. They were excited, too. Of course, I was shit scared just like everyone would be on the plane, but I was the only one who volunteered to go first – Stella shortly after me.

"You ready?" Asked David, the attractive blond instructor with blue eyes that I swore sparkled every time I looked him in the eyes.

"Ready as I'll ever be I guess," I croaked, my nervous smile wavering into a huge grin after he flashed his teeth like the Cheshire cat from Alice and Wonderland.

"On three," Yelled the female instructor on my other side, her auburn hair flapping in the sudden gust of wind.

"One…"

Birds…

"Two…"

Planes…

"Three!"

I was falling… No, not falling, flying. The two instructors beside me spread their arms and legs out like a flying squirrel. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive. I flexed my fingers and began to laugh, my eyes began to water and nothing hurt. Everything was perfect. This was the moment I'd been waiting for; peace of mind. I glanced up at my red parachute, gleeful at it's beauty.

"Pull the chord," I heard David say through my head set, and holy shit, the ground sure had gotten close in the time I'd been thinking about how beautiful everything was up here and how eagles were the luckiest creatures on the planet.

I felt for the chord and looked across at the female instructor, she nodded and pulled, I watched her as she began to softly float away.

I pulled.

Nothing.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath as I looked down at the chord and tried pulling, but it still wouldn't budge. "Jesus Christ David, it's not fucking working!"

"Just keep calm you've got plenty of time, pull it out quickly and don't even think about it."

I pulled.

My parachute yanked me up and I began to descend towards the grassy fields below me.

"You okay?" David asked.

I laughed, "Yes. I'm fine. Crap!"

"What is it?"

Trees…

"Gracie, what is it?"

TREES.

The words didn't come out; I heard David's yells down the headset, but all I could think about was the trees – the fricking trees of all things. A clever guess would be that they didn't quite anticipate the wind would do this, sway me towards the forest.

Well shit it did.

"Oh my god!" I shrieked. The trees suddenly got bigger, I got smaller, my parachute got fucked and I got fucked.

Well shit.

Black.