I wanted an adventure from these boring days of quarantine. I wanted to greet 2021 with a warm welcome: sky-diving. 2020 sucked, we all have to admit that. The coronavirus, the deaths, the losses of many beloveds. So me and my southern friend, Walker, who’s a pilot, offered to fly the jet for my sky-diving expedition. So here we are, me in my orange jumpsuit that kinda looks from jail, but I promise it isn’t, and Walker bossing me around. “Okay, so ya know,ya press this button to launch the parachute, you following? And then boom da boom you’ve got ya self a parachute.” He says in is southern accent. “Ok!” I answered. I look down and my heart beings to beat fast, but not from fear, excitement! Walker interrupted my thoughts with a slap on the back. Ouch, I thought.

“You ready?”

“Yep.”

“Ok remember the rules.”

“I do.” I responded. “You repeated them 53 times.” He laughed, gave me another hard slap (which made my back sore) and said one simple word that may ruin my life. “Jump!”

I jumped with my eyes open, shielded from my clear goggles! The rush of adrenaline was way better than the rush of adrenaline when my Papa Johns order delivered. I gave a Texas style “WHOOP” dedicated to Walker. I was almost going to die if I didn’t do my parachute button. “Click this here red button right next to your arm on your colorful jumpsuit to activate the button.” Walker had told me. I pressed the button, waiting to launch the parachute and view the land more better. But nothing happened. I pressed the button again and again, but the parachute wasn’t opening! It broke! I was going to die!

I woke up a few hours later in a warm room filled with sunlight and the smell of cinnamon biscuits. I tried getting up but immediately regretted it. My head throbbed, my arm was broken, and my legs felt numb. “Parker? You okay?” I heard a familiar voice say. It was Walker. “What...what am I doing here?” I said wearily. “Your parachute was not working but luckily you fell into a lake.” Walker said with sadness in his voice. “I’m lucky to be alive,” I responded. He gave me a small pat on the back, which felt kinda weird. He said, “Rest buddy. You are going to need it.” “Maybe next year!” I said sarcastically. “Maybe next year buddy.”