He started out the day excited, ready, anxious, and nervous. It was his birthday, his 21st to be specific. It was a very special day; it started out with his favorite breakfast, a McGriddle from McDonald's. From there, he went to his grandmother's house for a special lunch. The smell of the food reached his nose from miles away. When he arrived, he found a salami sandwich the length of 6 fully grown bulls. His grandmother gave him a hug, a kiss, and an envelope right away. He quickly opened it and found what he had been wishing for since he was 15 and first saw a man jumping out of the sky: skydiving lessons. He hugged his grandmother quickly and took off without exchanging pleasantries with anyone. The place was 30 miles away, but he arrived in just under 5 minutes. He said, "I am here for skydiving lessons." The man behind the counter pushed his hair out of his eyes and said, "Name?"
"Ernesto Guevara Alberto." He quickly responded.
"Fill out this form." The long haired man said.
He quickly did, gave it to the man, and took off to put on a special blue suit.
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Ernesto had never been afraid of planes before, but then again, he had never been preparing to jump out of a plane before. Him and the instructor were flying high over his native Argentina, he could see little trees thousands of feet below, cars no bigger than a centimeter, houses the size of tiny pebbles. It was a magical view that transformed his love of his country forever. His instructor started yelling what to do, but Ernesto could not hear him, for the wind was roaring. He motioned for Ernesto to come closer, and he did, and then he strapped the two together. This was only a practice jump, Ernesto was too inexperienced to jump alone.
The instructor, who's name was Belise, gave a signal to the pilot. The pilot flattened the plane out, flew near the target, and flipped a switch, turning on a green light. It was on for no more than a second and Belise jumped out of the airplane with Ernesto attached.
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Here is where the story gets complicated. Ernesto's great great grandfather Che Guevara had murdered Belise's great grandfather. Belise was raised by his grandfather to hate Che Guevara for murdering his great grandfather. He could tell Ernesto was related to Che by the shape of his chin and his name. It was destiny that the two should meet here.~~~~~~~~~
As they were falling, Ernesto enjoying the rush, but the Argentinian soil was coming ever closer. Belise pulled the string, the parachute ripped out, and Ernesto stopped falling and started floating. Then Belise, fueled by his grandfathers rage, took a knife, and cut the harness connecting Ernesto to him. Ernesto, not understanding why he was suddenly free falling, looked up, only to see Belise's smiling face. His scream was drowned out by the roar of the wind as Belise remained laughing, floating to the ground. Ernesto passed away the moment his feet touched Argentinian soil again. This is his story as he has written it.
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