Hi. My name is Joyce, and I will be telling most of this story. I am an orphan, and I hate living at the orphanage. Kids usually bully me and dump milk on my head, and the caretakers don’t even notice! So let’s get to the story.
I was just jumping on the trampoline with my friend Clara and having a who-can-jump-highest competition. I jumped super high. “Hey, Clara! Look at me!”
She looked at me with wonder and said, “Wow! I give up. You totally win.”
“Yes!” I cried, but then I noticed that I was still going up.
“Isn’t gravity supposed to pull you down?” Clara asked.
I couldn’t hear her anymore. I was still going up, up, up, past an airplane and a lot of clouds. Finally, I dropped down again, unsure whether I was going to land on the trampoline.
I was just jumping on the trampoline with my friend Clara and having a who-can-jump-highest competition. I jumped super high. “Hey, Clara! Look at me!”
She looked at me with wonder and said, “Wow! I give up. You totally win.”
“Yes!” I cried, but then I noticed that I was still going up.
“Isn’t gravity supposed to pull you down?” Clara asked.
I couldn’t hear her anymore. I was still going up, up, up, past an airplane and a lot of clouds. Finally, I dropped down again, unsure whether I was going to land on the trampoline.