Drunken-ness and size=1. [prim]

I told Cornelius I couldn't fly, but then again I tell Cornelius a lot of things and he never seems to listen. Why am I friends with a knife when I could easily make normal friends among my peers? No, that's what makes Cornelius special, he is nothing close normal. So there I was, standing by the edge of some abandoned brick building. The soft, cool breeze played with curly locks of brown hair, as I tried to calculate in my head how tall this building was. About 15 feet, maybe, if I was lucky. I'm never lucky though. Off in the distance I see black crows flapping their wings about in the air. Flying. I giggled at the thought of soaring through the air, crapping on cars, and eating worms like a bird would.

I sucked in a deep breath. What if Cornelius was right, and I can fly? Well, there is only one way to find out. I cautiously took a few steps back and sprinted forward. I leaped off the building, waving my arms frantically. I did it! I'm flying, but then I started to get that tingling sensation you get when your falling. The dirt gravel ground came at me too fast. I landed on my butt with a thump. I cried out softly, for the pain was almost too much. I rolled of on my side, taking inventory of my injuries. My tale bone was definitely broken. I groaned. I felt like I had just awakened from a dream, a nightmare actually. Cornelius was not criticizing me, which means I will have to take that stuff in order to talk to him again.

I was was lying there for only a few seconds when I heard a burp. There was someone behind me, but who? I jerked my body around to see a boy sitting up against the brick building with a dazed expression on his face. He's drunk. Hmm, this might be fun, if I could only move or get up! I attempted to stand up, but only managed to get into a sitting position. I wonder if he sees me..... I slide my hand into the soft pocket of my jacket and pull out Cornelius. I act like I'm about to throw it, aiming right above his head.