Presley climbed up the stairs with her books stacked high in her arms. She gripped the hand-rail tightly as the staircase shifted. She hated that. It made her feel sick, not controlling her own motion. When the stairs stopped with a slight jerk, Presley gasped in suprise as her books went flying everywhere, and she tumbled down. She hit the bottom, and all of the air rushed out of her lungs. She couldn't breathe, she was paralyzed and suffocating! Presley started to panic. She quickly called back the excersices she'd learned. Take a calming breath, and think through the situation. okay, she'd simply fallen down the stairs. Presley breathed deeply and stood up to begin gathering her books. She was pretty sure she would have a couple of wicked bruises, but the damage seemed to be minimal. Thank Merlin.