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the trail. The root hovered over the large hole with nothing to support it and threatened to give way any moment.
    Slowly, she proceeded to step onto the trail while attempting to avoid causing the root to break. She placed her right foot on the mud. The root slowly lifted. Luckily the crack hadn’t gotten larger. Then she lifted her left leg and heard a loud crack—louder than the one before.
    Her body dropped and slid down the side of the mountain with the muddy water toward the cliff. Trees and bushes slipped through her fingers, burning her skin as she attempted to grab for them and stop herself from sliding off the edge of the mountain.
    When she couldn’t grab hold of anything, she dug her fingers into the mud. Her body jerked to a stop. Half her body hung over the cliff with her legs dangling in the air. She tried to pull herself off the edge, but the mud gave way. Her body slipped further down.
    She frantically searched for anything to grab and her eyes settled on a rock a few feet away. It was about the size of a cantaloupe and might be able to hold her weight.
    What the heck? It was better than nothing.
    Taking several deep breaths, she lunged for the rock and grabbed hold of it. Once she secured her hold on the rock, she attempted to lift herself up. Her arm shook as her muscles strained to lift her body weight, until the rock pulled out of the mud.
    “Oh, no” she screamed, sliding off the cliff and into the air.
    The wind stung her skin as the trees and the meadow in the valley below grew larger by the second. She closed her eyes and tried to avoid thinking about her ultimate fate twenty-five hundred feet below. Instead she filled her mind with visions of floating in a large bubble like the witch in the movie The Wizard of Oz.
    Suddenly, her body jerked and the blurry mountain to her side came in to focus as she floated in the air. The only sign she wasn’t hallucinating—a sharp pain radiated from her temple and along the side of her head.
    She couldn’t believe it. How could she be floating? Planes, birds and other flying objects use propellers, wings and speed to fly, but she was suspended in the air and used nothing but her own body to make it happen or, she smiled, her mind.
    Yes! She made herself float and wouldn’t end up a big red dot on the valley below. Now all she had to do was figure out how to land without killing herself.
    Maybe if she thought about landing on the ground, she could make it happen. It seemed to work on making her float. It was worth a shot. She sucked in a deep breath and imagined landing in the valley below.
    Her body dropped like a rock. She let out a scream.
    The wind whipped her skin, stinging it. She tried to recall how she made herself float and only one thought came to her mind, focus as hard as possible on floating.
    Another shooting pain radiated along her temple and made her head ache. Her body shook and muscles clenched as if she were struggling to fight the force of her falling. A few seconds passed and her body stopped midair.
    Oh, thank heaven. She let out her breath. So she needed to focus on slowly landing on the ground this time to avoid free falling toward it.
    She closed her eyes and cleared her mind of anything other than floating. Her head ached and body trembled as a gentle breeze blew her hair in the air while she slowly descended toward the valley below.
    A few minutes later, her feet pressed against the tall grass next to the side of the mountain. She dropped to the ground and kissed it. She’d never loved the feeling of grass touching her skin as much as she did at the moment.
    A loud thud caught her attention and sent several birds scattering into the air from a group of trees close to her.
    Had the boy behind the bush caught up to her?
    She rose to her knees and surveyed the area. There were several evergreen trees butted up against the mountain, a bush about the size of a small box and a tree stump, but there were no place for him to