Chapter 3: Hillary Part 1
“Fa- no, wait- for- doesn’t sound right-“David said, unsure.”Mommy, what does that say?” He moved his homework off his lap and put the books inside of his bag.
Martha moved the steering wheel from side to side. “It says ‘Furryville Airport’. We’re heading there so we can go to Afri- Oh no! The plane leaves in an hour! Alright, let’s use them, but this will be the last time…” Martha pushed a button so suddenly that Luke and David jumped. “The newest technology, hamsters! Behold, the flying car! No, that is not the right intro- Whatever. Just, buckle up tightly, alright? The air seems a little rough today…”
“WHAT!? Martha, when we lived together, you told me everything. But not that you had invented a flying car!” Luke screamed. He quickly pulled his seat belt as tight as possible. Then, he reached over and did the same to David, who protested but still let Luke do it. After that, Luke put everything back into the the bag as quick as lightning. “Okay.” Luke said, finally calming down. “I want to know how you built it, and when was the last ‘accident’ with this car.
Martha quietly replied “I shall not tell you anything about how I made it. But, there was once a… tragedy. My friend, Hillary, has something to do with it. I was making this, and, we were also going to Africa. I told Hillary about this car, and she wanted to ride and fly in it to Africa. But this was not finished. She still wanted to go, so I said okay. Then, came the ‘big day’. We rode on it till we got to a traffic jam. She pressed the button and suddenly, the car went sailing through the sky! We finally saw the rooftops of the trees. I was going to land in an opening, but then the car sputtered out some smoke. I tried to steer it to a safe place, but the car resisted. Suddenly, the car dropped on Hillary’s side! I was to weak to do much of anything, but what I could do was drag Hillary to an opening. I prayed she would be okay. And that’s my story.”
Luke said, “So that’s how she died.” He slowly looked out the window. Then, he jumped up in surprise.”Ah! Someone used a stick or rock to carve ‘Help! I’m Hill’!
“Hill? That’s a strange name. What I think is that they meant something else, like Hillary…” She suddenly stopped. “…but they got chased off. Hillary survived. Period.”