Chapter One

I tapped my finger on the desk impatiently. He should be here soon. For the fifth time, I checked my auburn hair in the glossy black screen of the laptop in front of me. I straightened up in my chair, my rust colored wings spread out behind me.

Yes, I said wings. I know, The whole idea of having wings on a person is weird, right? Any renowned scholar would be happy to tell you that no matter how large the wingspan, it could never lift a human being because of how big we are. Well, I'm different. I have the same blood, bones, and air sacs as birds, but other than my strangely tall, inhumanly skinny body I look exactly like a human. I'm an experiment, Generation 77. A genetic mutation. I'm not alone, either. There are three others with me, all Gen 77, but not all bird kids. There's me, Artemis, and my twin brother, Apollo. We're bird kids. There is also Kyle, who is 11, and Sierra, who is 8. They are human- arachnid hybrids. Pretty much, if Spiderman had kids, they would be it.

Right at that moment, I happened to be waiting for someone. His name, Fang. You see, he's a bird kid, like me. He writes a blog, and when I discovered it (Many searches on genetic mutations- don't ask), I was overjoyed. More people like me! I quickly sent him an email telling him all about us, holdand he almost immediately replied saying that he was in the L.A. area and he'd come visit us in Riverside.

I was just about to give up waiting and go into my room, the sharp ding of the doorbell resonated throughout the house. I rushed to the door and opened it slowly, trying to regain my composure. Outside the door stood six kids. Of course, the first one I recognized was Fang. The pictures on his blog gave me a definite image of him, along with the rest of his flock. He stood tall, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his all-black outfit making him stand out from the rest, kind of like a black rose in a field of yellow buttercups. Then, standing next to him, was a blond guy, seemingly searching for the door. That would be Iggy, the blind one. God, he was a heck of a lot cuter in person! Then, slightly behind the two, was a pretty brown haired girl who looked to be the same age as me. She wore a skeptical look on her face, and I knew immediately. This was Max. She held herself exactly the way Fang described it.

Next was a cute little African-American girl, whispering to the light haired boy beside her. Nudge and Gasman. Finally, holding on to Max's hand, was a little girl with light blond ringl ets and bright, mischievous blue eyes. That was Angel. Fang wrote enough about her for me to know I needed to keep my thoughts controlled, so I immediately tried to stop thinking about how hot Iggy was, and she grinned. Holy crap.

Fang cleared his throat. "Hey," he said. "I hope you don't mind, but I brought the rest of the gang along."

I smiled sheepishly. "No, not at all!" I ushered them in, and they almost instinctively walked into the kitchen, where I knew Apollo was cooking dinner. I shut the door and quietly leaned against it, sighing heavily. After I once again regained composure, I straightened my shirt and walked into the kitchen. I was ready to talk.

HAHAHA YES MY PLAN IS WORKING PERFECTLYY! I hope you liked it. Please, don't go easy on me. I need to improve my writing skills, so critique is welcome!
Also, sorry if it was horrible. I had a really hard time with the whole intro. chapter. The next one will be better, I promise!

Love, Eva Cormac 3