The Remarkables (The Remarkable Owen Johnson, part 1) Read Online Free PDF

road on a hot summer’s day.
    Determining that his foot would probably be safer on something with a more tangible physical presence, Owen pushed down on his left leg so that it would make contact with the metalwork. However his foot stayed put on its unseen resting place, launching Owen off to the right. The sudden movement caused Owen’s hands to slip and he let go of the edge of the roof.
    His right arm swung about and his hand grabbed hold of something that again felt like rock, but on closer examination had the same invisible but glowing properties as whatever it was that he was standing on just before. Thinking that as seen as had obviously lost his grip on reality, he might as well release his grip on whatever the unseen item was that he had found floating fifteen metres above the ground. His top half fell back first, with his legs swiftly following. Letting out a cry, he mimicked Rick’s fall from earlier, heading backwards toward to the hard ground below.

Squall
     
     
     
    For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as he began to fall, before he watched with horror as first the edge of the roof, then the sheets of metal that encased the walls passed by quickly. Before he could make a mess on the ground however, a sequence of events transpired that could only describe as being a bit odd.
    Firstly, he felt a stro ng cold wind against his back. It was so strong in fact that it blew his top half forward, righting him from his lying position, so that he was almost standing, albeit without any connection to the ground. The wind continued to move his body upright and Owen could see that, based on the speed the wall was passing him by, his descent was a lot slower than it was before.
    Finally his feet made contact with the ground with surprising grace and none of the pain that Owen had anticipated. The wind seemed to have subsided too. What could have been an elegant landing was abruptly ruined by Owen panicking and trying to grab hold of something solid. He lurched forward, hitting his head on the metal wall and bouncing away, landing as he had originally feared: flat on his back.
    Ow en stared up at the clear sky. A clearly disappointed Mrs Argyle appeared in his view.
    “Almost a perfect ten ,” she offered as an assessment.
    The blow to his head had clearly affected Owen’s faculties, as the only explanation for the blustery conditions that had saved his fall  (and most probably his ankles) were that they had originated in his imagination. Furthermore, Mrs Argyle’s hat was still perched proudly on her head, whereas such a wind would have surely blown it away. So there must have been a more logical explanation for his relatively intact body.
    “Oh dear, you’re bleeding all over your shirt ,” Mrs Argyle pointed out, with both a smile and a strange look which Owen could only interpret as pride. “We had better get you cleaned up.”
    “Hmm?” Owen felt his forehead. There was a damp patch that hurt when he prodded it. “Oh, yes. Erm, thanks but I need to get to school.  English exam.”
    Mrs Argyle was not to be trifled with though. “Now don’t talk such tosh. You’ve had a nasty fall and are making a mess of your shirt. At least let’s pop into the reception there and see if they have a first-aid kit.” She gestured toward the leisure centre, and held out her arm in case he needed steadying.
    The thought of bleeding over the abhorrent receptionist’s carpet did have a certain macabre appeal to it, so Owen ag reed to this course of action. His legs felt capable of walking so he politely declined the offer of Mrs Argyle’s arm as a crutch. As he followed his neighbour, Owen looked up at the structure from which he had just fallen.
    How on earth had he climbed u p to such a height? And why had Mrs Argyle not thought that it was odd that his fall had been cushioned by freak weather, or whatever it was that had saved him? Curious.
     
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    As predicted, the receptionist at the leisure