Molly was flying. One moment, she was on the ground, and the next, she was shooting through the air. The wind whipped around Molly's body, and her clothes fluttered. Her hair was everywhere.
Then she started coming back down. Fast.
Molly didn't know what to do. She curled into a ball and screamed all the way down.
Then, right before she would have become a flatter version of herself, she stopped. She hovered above the ground, still shaped like a ball, and stuck her head up. Then she reached down with one leg, then the other. She was standing again.
"Huh," said Molly.
She picked up a rock and hurled it into the air. It disappeared. Molly didn't know what to think of that either, but her thoughts started to form themselves into a few ideas. She could fly, or at least jump really high, float, and was strong enough to throw a rock really far away. Molly wondered if anyone else could do this stuff.