Paper Planes Frank Qi - winner
He had always dreamed of flying .
I At six , his chapped yet skinless fingers twist uncomfortably as they skim the edges of freshly trimmed paper , viciously creasing each margin until satisfaction crawls into his lips . He flings the paper plane ; it glides discontentedly , perfect imbalance idling its flight , until it cuts into the floor , askew .
II Page after page crinkle silently under his palms , the vertices and ridges lace into simple borders , and when each point is painfully and precisely contrived , he launches his paper plane into the mouth of the gaping classroom window . It dances eagerly between the meagre trees before the groaning gales haul it away . A tuneful ringing disturbs his grin . It ' s a text message .