Charles "Charlie Daniels" Firestone
I relaxed and sat in front of the headmaster's desk. "Not really, sir. I'm tremendously sore from Miss Wirestone's torturous training and very mad at her for not at least encouraging me to improvise when I told her and the whole class that I can't fly. The reason why I can't fly is because I've had my feet on the ground for as long as I can remember. My mother made it clear on my application that I should be taught how to fly as my first and foremost lesson." I sighed, defeated and weary from Wirestone's so-called training. "I'll just cut to the chase, sir. I can't go on through training without learning how to fly first."

