TITLE: BENEATH THE SURFACE
GENRE: YA REALISTIC
It's debatable whether or not a person weighs less on an airplane. My honors physics teacher gave us the question as an extra credit assignment last year, one of those last ditch efforts to raise our grades at the end of the semester. As expected, my friend Noah jumped into the assignment. The rest of us didn't bother. What was the point of competing against the smartest kid in the class?
Noah concluded that mass remains the same, even if actual weight may differ by a decimal or two. Nothing extreme. Yet, as I descended toward the Logan Airport in downtown Boston, I felt a difference.
But it had nothing to do with being in an airplane.
When I left to visit my dad in southern Utah at the beginning of June, I'd packed my suitcase full of size fourteen jeans. Now, along with thin layer of red dust from my hiking shoes, my bags carried only size eights.
As the plane touched down on the tarmac, I skimmed my fingers lightly over my upper left arm, still surprised each time by its thinness. I used to hate wearing short-sleeved shirts, displaying my arms that jiggled like Jell-O with the slightest twitch. But today I proudly wore a pale pink tank top with lace edging, one my dad's girlfriend helped me pick out. I almost didn't try it on at the clothing boutique, but the soft fabric was too irresistible. She'd been right; it looked great on me.