The day I learned how to fly, I was worried about Wilson Schlamme. 5 страница

Ethan and Ray and I are going to a Lakers game tonight. And tomorrow, Mia invited me to go to a Purple Rose concert with her. Next weekend we’re taking tennis lessons together.

We never talk about the big race and how Wilson won.

We never talk about flying at all.

I’ve kept my secret from Mia. I’ve kept my secret from everyone.

I’ve never told anyone that I can still fly.

And I’ve never told anyone that I only pretended to lose my flying ability that morning of the race.

Yes. You heard me. I only pretended.

I let Wilson win the race.

Why?

Because I knew that was the only way I could win.

That was the only way I could get all those thousands of people out of my life. It was the only way I could get my friends back. The only way I could get my normal life back. The only way I could be happy.

I told you. I’m not the kind of kid who likes to enter contests. I don’t like to compete. I don’t care about winning.

So, I’m really lucky. Because even though I don’t care about winning—I won after all.

Sometimes, very late at night, I sneak out of the house. And I fly over Malibu, high over the ocean. I gaze down on the waves sparkling in the moonlight. I soar with the winds and sail up toward the moon, feeling the cool ocean breezes on my face.

And I think about how lucky I am.

And how smart.

And I wish Wonder Wilson a lot of luck.

Really….

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