Staci Wilson's story/ Sierra Ehrman

"And then you just hold out your arms, look up to the sky and flap your arms as hard as you can!" Mark said to Alex, his friends little brother.
"Is that true Andy? Can I really fly?" Alex looked up at his older brother with the innocent look of a child being told an amazing revealtion.
"Sure you can, Alex, all you need is two seagul feathers and our two story house!" Alex looked at Mark with a devilish grin on his face. He looked back at his little brother and only saw the back of his head, bobbing in the distance as he ran away.
A few hours passed when Andy heard a knock on his door. He and Mark were in his room playing X-Box challenging each other. "Come in," Andy yelled over the blaring TV.
"Look!" Alex said, bursting into the room with two seagul feathers, one in each hand.
The next thing Andy knew, he was watching his little brother climb out of the second story window and make his way to the top.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Mark," Andy said cautiously, as he watched his little brother step into place on the edge of the roof and slowly lift his arms perpendicular to his body.