Don't own Kim. Or the twins. Or anybody.
"You're sure that this thing will work and not, like, blow me up?" I asked tentatively. It's not that I didn't have complete faith in our abilities as inventors, it's just that my brother sometimes field tested before all the bugs are worked out. Unfortunately, I know this from experience.
"Of course!" Jim yelled exuberantly, then, seeing my look of not-quite-believing-him, he added. "You'll be fine, would I ever let anything happen to you?"
I smiled and let him help me into the complicated straps of the rocket. No, this wasn't just any rocket, (like that'd be any fun.) This rocket would let the wearer get to his destination. By going at 140 miles per hour.
"Okay, you're all set." Jim said, giving me the thumbs up. He backed away and picked up a remote control. "Ready?" I nodded. "Five...four..." I closed my eyes. "Three..." I started having second thoughts. "Two..." I really hoped this thing wouldn't explode.
"ONE."
The feeling was incredible. I was going faster then I ever imagined I could go. I was going high...higher. I felt myself tilting, preparing to go forward.
Then I heard it, a small sound near my left ear. It sounded like-
"Jim!" I screamed. "Jim, take me down! The straps are breaking!" I hoped he heard me. And if he didn't, I hoped for a soft landing.
He heard me. The rocket was going lower, circling the house. I was ten feet off the ground when the strap broke all the way off.
"Watch out!" I yelled as I toppled towards the earth. However fast I was going before was nothing compared to how fast I was going now. In less then half a second, I was on the ground, spitting dirt out of my mouth and groaning in pain.
"Tim!"
Jim was kneeling beside me, a look of deep worry written plainly on his face. "Gosh, Tim, are you alright? It's a good this you landed here, mom just planted these. That's why the dirt's so soft. I'm sorry the straps didn't hold."
His look of remorse was so sincere that I wanted to laugh out loud and would have if I hadn't known how badly it would hurt. "That's alright, Jim. I'm not all that hurt." I looked at the rocket several yards away, a smoldering heap of metal. "Rocket's gone, though."
Jim nodded. "We'll make another one."
"Only next time." I said, looking my brother straight in the eye. "You're testing it."
I figure they mine as well have some fun before I put them to work. Anyway, tell me if youliked it. Or hated it. It doesn't matter.