Down below, traffic bustled and people were shouting. “Good,” she quipped. “An audience”
She placed one foot forward and took a deep breath. Let’s do this, she thought.
She leapt forward, performing a front handspring, followed by a back handspring.
I did it, she mused as she landed gracefully on her feet.
A siren’s wail, accompanied by flashing red-and-blue lights, replaced shouting fans. Panicking, Vanessa clambered down from the rooftop ledge and bolted towards the stairwell.