"It's the oddest/sweetest mix of Little House on the Prairie and X-Men. I was smiling the whole time (except for the part where I cried). I gave it to my mom, and I'm reading it to my kidsit's absolutely multigenerational. Prepare to have your heart warmed." Stephenie Meyer, author of the Twilight saga
You just can't keep a good girl down...unless you use the proper methods.
Piper McCloud can fly. Just like that. Easy as pie.
Sure, she hasn't mastered reverse propulsion and her turns are kind of sloppy, but she's real good at loop-the-loops.
Problem is, the good folk of Lowland County are afraid of Piper. And her ma's at her wit's end. So it seems only fitting that she leave her parents' farm to attend a top-secret, maximum-security school for kids with exceptional abilities.
School is great at first with a bunch of new friends whose skills range from super-strength to super-genius. (Plus all the homemade apple pie she can eat!) But Piper is special, even among the special. And there are consequences.
Consequences too dire to talk about. Too crazy to consider. And too dangerous to ignore.
At turns exhilarating and terrifying, The Girl Who Could Fly is an unforgettable story of defiance and courage about an irrepressible heroine who can, who will, who must...fly.
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The Girl Who Could Fly
By Victoria Forester
Feiwel and FriendsCopyright © 2008 Victoria Forester
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Piper decided to jump off of the roof. It wasn't a rash decision on her part.
This was her plan — climb to the top of the roof, pick up speed by running from one end all the way to the other. Jump off.
Finally, and most importantly, don't fall.
She didn't make plans in the event that she did fall, because if you jump off of the roof of your house and land on your head, you really don't need any plans from that point on. Even Piper knew that.
So that's what she did. She jumped clean off of her roof.
But before we get to what happens next, you'll probably need to know a thing or two about a thing or two.
Piper lived with her ma and pa on a farm. It wasn't much of a farm to be sure, just an old clapboard house and a bank barn that leaned dangerously to the left. For longer than anyone could remember, the McClouds had lived in Lowland County on those same twenty rocky acres of land. Piper's grandpa and great-grandpa and great-great-grandpa, and so on and so on, all breathed their first, last, and everything in between right in the same house where Piper was born, and because of that, the McClouds never planned to live anywhere else. Betty McCloud felt that folks ought to stay in one place and not move around too much so that the Almighty knew where to find them if He needed to.
"If the good Lord wanted things to keep changing all the time, then the sun wouldn't rise up the same way every blessed morning." Betty was a plain, no-nonsense, solidly round woman who believed in only two things: the Good Book and something that she called "providence," as in —
"I told Millie Mae not to fool with that newfangled gardening hoe. Can't say I'm surprised them black beetles is eating clear through her tomatoes now. It's providence, I tell you. Providence."
Unlike Millie Mae, Betty McCloud never tempted providence.
Joe McCloud, a lanky man with sun-weathered skin the color of browned autumn leaves, never said a word about providence, but then he never said much about anything. If pressed with a question, he'd likely ponder it for a long stretch before finding the words to answer in his measured way, "Well, that's just the way things is." And the way things was, was plenty good enough for Joe McCloud.
So it was in this manner that Betty and Joe quietly went about the business of tending to their land, as the seasons and years passed them by, one no different from the next. And never was it heard to be said in Lowland County that a McCloud didn't do things as they were supposed to be done. That is, until someone said precisely that.
"No, I ain't. It's not the way of things." Betty McCloud argued with Doc Bell when he announced that she was pregnant. After all, Betty had celebrated no less than twenty-five barren years of marriage and was no longer considered a young woman.
Four months later Betty McCloud birthed a baby girl.
That baby girl was named Piper. Piper McCloud.
News of Piper's birth traveled with great speed through the remote fields of Lowland County, where cows outnumbered people by a ratio of ninety-three to one.
"It's not the way of things," Millie Mae hotly declared to the ladies' Tuesday afternoon sewing circle, each one of whom immediately pressed her ears more closely inward. "Fancy a woman Betty McCloud's age prancing around with a newborn baby! A first-time mother at that. It ain't right!"
Many of the ladies nodded in agreement. Dire predictions soon followed that the child was sure to grow up queer in such circumstances, and without a sibling to boot.
For the first time in her life Betty McCloud was tempting providence. And she knew it. She certainly didn't need the whispers of local gossip to inform her of the fact. In an attempt to restore balance and appease providence, Betty and Joe set about the business of strictly rearing Piper in the prescribed way that McClouds were raised. Which is to say, without a lot of fuss and nonsense and a solid portion of hard farmwork thrown in for good measure. They were simple and honest farmers and they didn't hold with any fancy child-rearing notions that some city folks got into their heads.
Much to their relief, Piper was what every other baby was. At first. It was only when Piper reached the age when most babies were learning to crawl that her development took an entirely different turn.
It was a Thursday afternoon like any other that Betty set about changing Piper's diaper on the kitchen table, no differently than she'd done a hundred times before. When Betty turned away for just one moment, Piper rolled, quick as a flash, off of the edge of the table. Now any other baby would have immediately fallen to the floor and screamed itself silly. Not Piper. To Betty's astonishment, Piper simply floated in the air next to the table.
"Lord save us," Betty choked, her hand clutching the terrified swallow inside her chest. Piper giggled and bobbed up and down in the air.
Betty quickly scooped Piper into her arms and held tightly on to her from that moment on. The word providence flashed through Betty's mind. This is what you get when you don't do things as they should be done, the left side of her head said to the right.
As time passed, and despite Betty's sincere prayers, the situation got worse, not better. Piper was discovered bobbing about the parlor ceiling and either wouldn't or couldn't return to the ground. Joe was dispatched out to the shed to fetch the ladder. Several weeks later in the wee hours of the night, Joe discovered Piper sleep-floating several feet above her crib. Then there was that particularly gusty day when Piper suddenly took to floating and was swept up in a wind that carried her three full fields before she became snared in the branches of a tree and Joe was able to fetch her down.
When Piper reached the age of five and was still known to unexpectedly float across a room, Betty finally felt that the time had come to broach the matter.
"Seems like she ain't normal is all I'm sayin'," Betty helplessly offered to Doc Bell.
"How's that?" Doc Bell questioned. Doc Bell had seen generations come and go and all manner of things happen to them in Lowland County. He'd seen the youngest Smith boy cough up a screwdriver and a whole package of two-inch nails. He'd been there when Clara Cassie Mareken's head turned all of the way around and then back again. Doc Bell had even seen a grown man talk backwards after he was bumped on the head by a hay baler. The little girl dangling her legs off of his examining table had ten fingers and ten toes, was no taller or smaller, no smarter or dumber, no thinner or fatter than a child her age should be. She was, in short, like every other child in the farming community of Lowland.
"Well, Mr. McCloud and I, we've been noticing that she's ..." stammered Betty, not sure exactly how to describe her condition, "... well, she's a might high-spirited."
Doc Bell chuckled and turned away to wash his hands. "A child her age should have plenty of energy to spare, but it isn't anything you need worry yourselves about. Give her plenty of exercise and lots of fresh air. Nothing wrong with her, she's as normal as you or I."
When Doc Bell turned back around, he discovered that Piper had somehow managed to hoist herself five feet into the air, where she was dangling on the light fixture that hung from the ceiling. There she began to swing back and forth. For the briefest of moments, Doc Bell looked into Betty's alarmed face and the notion that Piper McCloud might indeed be more than high-spirited crossed his mind. Doc Bell was a man of science, though, and so he naturally let the matter go.
"You've got a little monkey on your hands, Mrs. McCloud." Doc Bell chuckled.
And upon that medical recommendation and with great relief, Betty decided to let the child be. All the same, she felt it wise to homeschool Piper until such time that her high spirits, however normal they might be, were ... well, less high.
By her ninth birthday Piper had long nut-brown hair that was fixed into two braids, bright blue eyes (which she liked), more freckles than the sky had stars (which she hated), and her most constant companion was loneliness, as well as some other feeling she couldn't quite place a name to.
"Ever think something's not right but you can't get at it, Pa?" Perched atop a fence, Piper watched Joe as he fixed a loose blade on the plough.
Joe shrugged uncertainly.
"It's like I got an itch right in here," Piper continued, pointing to her midsection just below her ribs, "but I can't get at it and it just keeps scratching at me and scratching at me, but on the inside. You reckon maybe there's something that'll make it stop itching so?"
Joe shrugged again. He often felt dizzy when Piper talked to him. It wasn't that the words she used were so different — heck, Piper talked like everyone else in Lowland County. It was the ideas that the child got into her head. She asked questions he wouldn't have thought up in a million years and couldn't begin to figure an answer to.
"I told Ma about it the other day and she figured it was caused by all the fool ideas I had in my head." Piper continued, heedless of her father's inability to respond. "I didn't think my ideas were fool but Ma says that I'd do better to keep quiet, keep my feet on the ground, and to mind my own business. She says it's wrong to be frittering away my hours asking questions when there's work to be done. But I don't see how a question can be wrong. Can you, Pa? Ma says the Bible sets out what's right and wrong so we don't have to bother ourselves with it none but it seems to me that it ain't so matter-of-fact. Like when you kilt that old cow last week and I didn't want to eat it 'cause he was my favorite and so gentle besides. Ma said I was sinful to waste food. But I said that maybe we shouldn't go about killing and eating cows when they was so peaceful-like. Ma said that was foolishness and that God put the cows here just so as we can eat 'em. But that don't seem like such a good deal for the cows to me. Preacher told us not more than four Sundays ago that God loves all his creatures, but it ain't loving to my way of thinking to create a thing just for it to be food. Them cows ain't never done nothing to us. Which got me to thinking that maybe we got it wrong and they got a purpose we don't know nothing about. Maybe it's a secret. So I started watching the cows, quiet-like so they wouldn't notice, aiming to see if I couldn't guess that purpose. And I think I knows it now, Pa. I do. Wanna hear?"
Joe drew his forearm across his brow to steady the dizziness. Somehow this conversation had spiraled out of control and he was about to learn the secret destiny of cows, a revelation that Joe McCloud was not ready for. Not ready by a long shot. Had he known how to stop Piper from continuing, he would have. Alas, all he could do was stand helplessly rooted to the spot as Piper continued.
Which, of course, Piper did.
"It was the way they was flicking their tails to ward off the flies that gave it away." Piper leaned in toward Joe and lowered her voice secretively lest the chickens catch wind of her words. "You see, all of them was doing it but one. The black heifer with the brown eyes was just standing real still, looking off to the next field over where the sheep was grazing. The flies were buzzing around her just the same as the others but her tail stayed dead still. So I got to watching that cow and every day she did the same thing until I realized what she was looking at."
"What?" Joe asked, breathlessly unaware that he posed the question.
"The place where her calf done died on her not more than six months 'fore. Remember?"
Joe nodded. Indeed he did remember. It had been a difficult birth and the weakened calf had only lived a few hours before it passed on.
"She's mourning him something terrible and it seems to me that if a cow can feel so for its young'un, then it's probably got feelings about all sorts of things. Feelings we don't know nothing about. And then I got to thinking that if each of them cows got feelings, then they can have a purpose no different from us folks. Which got me thinking about our purpose. And I realized that a person should get a handle on their purpose in this life if they aim to do something about it. You know what I mean, Pa?" Piper looked into her father's face and found only lines of confusion.
"Piper McCloud!!!" Betty squawked as she emerged from the henhouse to find Joe, once again, standing like a fool listening to the child.
Joe sheepishly got back to working on the plough while Piper scrambled from the fence.
"But I was just telling Pa how ..."
"I couldn't care less about your fool ideas and stories. When there's work to be done I expect you to do it. Now git."
Several days later in the heat of the afternoon, Piper escaped to the biggest oak tree on the farm and climbed halfway up it to enjoy the breeze that rustled through the leaves there. The itch inside her was acting up and wouldn't give her any peace, and so she rolled over on the branch and held her stomach. From her position, she could spy a robin landing on her nearby nest, where she began feeding a fat worm to her babies. Watching the robin, Piper let her mind wander.
Maybe other kids my age have the same itch. Piper considered. Maybe if I could talk to 'em they'd tell me how to get at it. Fat chance that was ever going to happen, what with her stuck out on the farm and all. I never get to go nowheres or do nothing, Piper thought to herself. Only two places I've ever been is church and Doc Bell's.
"Why can't I go to school like them Miller kids?" Piper had asked her mother a thousand times. Each morning Piper watched them from the hayloft walking to school. She'd have given her front teeth to go with them.
"You do your schoolwork just as well here, that's why." Betty, as always, was plain and to the point.
All of a sudden Piper was roused from her thoughts by an unexpected drama that was unfolding on the branch before her very eyes. The mother robin was nudging one of her babies toward the edge of the nest. The little fellow was hardly bigger than Piper's thumb and had a smattering of feathers poking out of him. Using her beak, the robin gave her baby a good shove that pushed him clear out of the nest, over the branch, and into the air. To Piper's horror, the baby robin dropped like a stone in a flurry of wing flapping. But then, just as he was about to hit the ground, he managed to pump his wings so hard that he stopped falling and started slowly, very slowly, rising. Right then and there that little bird learned to fly, and Piper saw the whole thing.
"Holy moly," Piper breathed and shook her head in wonder. It was the darndest thing she'd ever seen. Then the mother robin did it again and her second baby was born into flight. By the time the third baby was being readied for takeoff, Piper was struck by a lightning of an idea.
Piper sat bolt upright on the branch, almost falling off of it completely. Grabbing hold with both hands, she steadied her body while her mind raced like a jackrabbit.
From the moment she was born, Piper had floated. It came naturally to her, like breathing. Because she'd always done it, she didn't think it was such a big deal. One minute she'd be sitting on the rug in front of the fire and the next she'd be bobbing up to the ceiling. It happened all of the time and it was fun. The problem with floating was that you never knew where it would take you, which wasn't all bad, but sometimes a person likes to have a bit more direction in their life than to be at the whim of any strong breeze. There's a big difference between floating and flying. Clouds float. Balloons float. But birds fly.
Maybe Ma and Pa just forgot to push me like them baby birds, Piper considered, knowing full well that she was going to have to take matters into her own hands. It's high time I got to flying too.
Not wanting to waste any time, Piper quickly shimmied down the tree trunk and immediately set about formulating a plan.
The very next morning Piper woke up before the rooster crowed. The sky was just beginning to glow in the east as she eased her way out of bed. Pushing open her window, she was able to slide across the ledge until her feet hit the shingles. From there it was hard work to crawl up to the ridgepole. She stayed on her hands and knees and moved slowly.
The roof was slick with dew. Just one wrong move and quick as a flash she'd slide right off. She kicked her long, white nightgown away to stop it from tripping up her feet.
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Reading Group Guide
1. Why does the author give Piper the special ability of flying?
What does this skill symbolize in the context of the story?
2. On page 7, Piper tries to confide in her father that she has "an itch"
that she can't get at. What is this itch, and why don't her parents understand?
3. Early in the book, Piper talks about her purpose in life. What is this purpose? What is the purpose for Mr. and Mrs. McCloud?
What about Dr. Hellion?
4. Before Piper leaves for I.N.S.A.N.E., her father presents her with a wooden bird that he carved. What does the bird represent?
5. The school Piper goes to is called I.N.S.A.N.E., the Institute of
Normalcy, Stability, And NonExceptionality. Think about the words that make up the acronym. Do they make up an idea that could be considered insane?
6. After a difficult start at I.N.S.A.N.E., Piper has an easy time making friends with most of the other kids. Why is she more well-liked at
I.N.S.A.N.E. than in Lowland County? How might the other kids at
I.N.S.A.N.E. have been treated at home before they came to
7. Why does Dr. Hellion pay special attention to Piper? Has Piper become a special threat to Dr. Hellion, when the other kids have not?
8. Dr. Hellion talks about her little brother and sister. How has this tragic event in Dr. Hellion's past made her who she is today?
Why wasn't she ever able to accept who she truly is?
9. When Conrad goes from being Conrad Harrington III to just plain Conrad, how does this changes him? Would he have been able to move on with his life if this change never happened?
10. In what ways do the McClouds change Conrad for the better, and in what ways does Conrad change the McClouds?
11. If you could have any super-power like the kids in this book, what
would it be? And how would you use it to help other people?