Instructions Use the right arrow key to go forwards and the left arrow key to go backwards. ================================================== Story It happened on a film set. I was eleven at the time. My teacher was the director of the film and he invited the whole filmmaking class to come and watch him shoot it. A real film. He said we could be in it too, just as extras. Of course I accepted. Who wouldn't? Most of the class came. They seemed to be interested during the first two days, but after that they went and played Minecraft most of the time in the Production Room, which was basically the break room for us students and the lunch room for the crew and actors. I preferred to stay on set though. And so I did, helping the script supervisor. I really enjoyed the time I spent there. _____ The week sped by. On the last day, I was a bit bored. having finished the book I brought for breaks and nothing was being shot on set. I went to the Production Room and took out an index card from my bag. Within a couple of minutes, I had fashioned myself a paper plane, simple and not very good. One of the crew members that was in the room at the time stepped towards me. "Here," he said. "Try to make a V-shape. It flies smoother that way." He demonstrated it as he spoke and handed it back. He then left the room. I tested the plane out. Perfect. I went and threw it around for a bit, each time receiving perfect results. I left the room and was heading back to the set when I passed a staircase. Another boy, Lucas, was there with me. I leaned over the third-story staircase railing and threw the plane. It glided down smoothly, curved and disappeared from our sight, going down to the second floor. I went down to retrieve it, Lucas behind me. We didn't find it, even after five minutes of searching. There was no sign that the plane had ever existed. I got another index card and tried to replicate the perfect plane. I couldn't get close to how good that one was. I asked the other crew members if they were the one that had helped me with the plane, since I had forgotten. None of them had. I went on looking, but all traces of the plane and my helper were gone. _____ Even now, thirty years later, I still have no idea where the plane and my helper disappeared to. Perhaps he simply left, taking the plane with him. Or it's still in that building where I originally lost it, sitting hidden from our sight. But I do have a clue. Sixteen years ago I went to the park and I saw a boy, playing with an index-card plane. The plane had perfect precision and it was shaped like a V. About five minutes later, I looked back at the boy. He was looking around the entire park, his eyes swollen and red. And his plane was gone. I believe that he never found it again, but it may have been a coincidence. But there is one thing I know for sure. I will never forget the perfect index-card plane. ================================================== Credits Credit to @BlackRaven-RedRobin for teaching me the handy trick of copy-pasting the text from a word processor instead of laboring through typing this story in the editor on a laggy computer. Credit to @MelonManatee for the awesome paper plane art. ================================================== Behind the Scenes Until the 'thirty years later' part, this is a true story. It happened to me. I just changed the names of the characters slightly for privacy purposes. This is also the first story that I wrote. Also, here are a few facts from Google Docs: Pages: 1 Words: 532 Characters: 2742 Characters excluding spaces: 2213
