Alright…

Skylar tightened her grip around the broom’s handle. The wood was cool against her palms. The morning wind swept across the open field, carrying the scent of wet grass to increase the excitement from the other students.

She wasn’t afraid of heights. She was just not particularly interested in this class. Skylar didn’t like sports, but she had to admit, the fresh air and the stretch of green field were worth showing up for.

Following the instructions, she placed the broom flat on the grass and said clearly,

“Up.”

The broom twitched once, then rolled slightly to the side. Skylar frowned. She pressed her voice more intensely.

“Up!”

This time, it shot up and smacked straight into her hand. When it came time to fly, she took a deep breath and swung her leg over carefully. The broom wobbled, then began to rise slowly.

The wind rushed against her face. It was cool and sharp. The ground grew smaller beneath her shoes. She expressed her smile in the corner of her lips. She felt more like herself for the first time since arriving here.

“Alright…,” she murmured, balancing herself midair.

The flight only lasted a few moments, but it was enough to make her feel free.