"Alright now hold your arms out like this."
"Like this?"
"No, straighten your arms out a little bit more."
"I'm still not sure why we're even doing this?"
"Just trust me okay!"
"Haha, trust you he says, trust a male."
"Quiet, okay. Perfect. Now wait for the wind."
She stood there, with her arms extended out to her sides. She was up on a hill and the sun would be setting soon. A faint whistling was heard and she closed her eyes.
"Alright Amelia, fly."
Suddenly a quick wind blew up the hill, whipping leaves and grass and hair all around. She started running, going with the wind. She run upward, the wind guiding her along. She smiled, keeping her eyes closed, feeling the clouds rush above her. But then the wind stopped, and so did she.
"Well Amelia?"
"Nothing like the real thing."
"Well of course, but not bad right?"
"… Not terrible."
The boy ran over to her and she flopped down into the grass. He flopped along side her.
"I'm never gonna get to fly am I?"
"Says who?"
"Them."
"Who's them?"
"Everyone."
She rolled over and the wind picked up again, blowing her curls around.
"Well they just haven't seen you fly yet."
"You haven't seen me fly."
"I have, just now."
She rolled back over to face him, his blue eyes and hair as golden as the wheat growing by them at the bottom of their hill.
"That doesn't count."
"I think it does?"
"They won't let me fly because I'm a girl."
"No."
"No?"
"They're not doing anything. You're the only thing in the way of you and the family bus taking off."
"Just shut it Alfred."
The sun started to set, and two planes flew over head.
"You will fly Amelia. And you'll be great."
"Yeah, whatever you say," she replied sarcastically.
Alfred only smiled, she had no idea what kind of pull he had with the country.