Paper Airplane Day

Paper Airplane Day!

So that means – Sylum Snippet!

Ironically still couldn’t quite make this work for the long list I have!! *sighs*

He loved making paper airplanes as a kid.  Would piss his dad off to no end, wasting expensive school paper to play airplane.  In time he learned to use his old tests and book reports.   He really never cared about school, not at first, all he wanted to do was fly.

Then he learned what it took to just fly a small one engine plane, let alone the book smarts needed to fly a jet.  So he buckled down in school, and graduated with honors.

Didn’t stop him from making his tests and book reports into paper airplanes.   Come to find out it drove his Navy Instructors just as batshit as his high school teachers.  The only one who seemed impressed was Speed, but then he threatened his life if he ever used a page from a book … geek.

Talented, smart, snarky asshole … geek.

Now he was the one behind the front desk.  How the hell they let him teach impressionable idiots he had no idea.  He was, will always be, more comfortable in the cockpit, but at the moment he was technically aging out, so instructor it was until he could die and come back as his illegitimate kid or something.

“Sir.”

Maverick ignored the hothead, who reminded him way to much of himself.  He swore the laughter he was hearing was Speed mocking him.  He made the last fold, then stood from his desk, holding up the paper airplane.

Maverick tossed the plane towards the students watching as it sailed through the air, then expertly landed on the front desk.  “Right now you’re all sitting there wondering why I just made a paper airplane and let it fly.  Trying to figure out if this was some sort of test, to see if your worthy to fly jets.”

Everyone tried so hard not to squirm.

“Well hate to tell you this, but not everything is a philosophy lesson or a test.  It’s National Paper Airplane Day.  Thought it was fitting considering I’ll teaching a few of you how to fly jets.”

“A few, sir?”  One was bold enough to ask.

Maverick just smirked, one that ran in his family.  The one that usually meant something crazy was going to happen.  “The key is to figure out which few.”