"That house looks too stuffed." I murmured.

"Looks like that house is empty."

A gust of wind cased me to slip. I almost passed out on the road, I can't fall asleep, and I might not wake up.

"May…be… that…place?" I knocked on the door, once, twice, tres times (yes, spanglish will be in this story). A dark skinned woman answered the door.

"Can I help you?" She sounded tired. Can't blame her, its midnight.

"I need to ask you wher-" I started coughing uncontrollably, when I opened my eyes I saw my red mitts.

I was sure that I put on blue mitts when I left the school bus. I looked at the blood soaked ground.

"Sorry, I'll… clean…that for you" I apologized. Suddenly, I felt weak. I mean WEAK! I fell right where I was standing. Staining my overcoat with my own blood. My energy started to wither away.

Was I going to die yet?

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1 1/2 months earlier. Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.

"Flare, when should Hydro be back?" I asked.

"Jennifer and your brother should be on deck soon." Yawned Flare.

"Do they know that the School Bus change it's path?"

"They should Nelee, they should. Now get some rest, it's 100 hours. You don't want to be too tired when Hydro gets here."

"But-"

"I'll wake you up, don't worry. Now get some sleep."

I gave up. Flare's right, I don't want to pass out while greeting my older brother back to the school bus. Also,

I bet that you don't know what the school bus is. First let me introduce my self. My name is Nelee (pronounced Knee-ly) Wing Waters; I'm six years old and have purple 5 feet wings. Yea I know, wings. Long story tell you later. Hydro Wing Waters is my older brother; he is 14 years old and has dark blue 10 feet wings, which means he has a 20-foot wingspan. Flare Bright Flame is my brother's best friend. She is 14 and has fire red 10 feet wings. She even has red hair! But it's funny how she has blue eyes like Hydro though. She's been taking care of me while Hydro and his ace Jennifer went on a recon mission to track the 'original six'.

Now with the School Bus. The School bus is an aircraft carrier that 'works with Itex'. Note the air quoits. The Bus is trying to destroy Itex from the inside. We were rescued from Itex by the School Bus. Well, I don't remember it; I was just a baby back then.

"Nelee! Are you talking to those people on that server again?"

Ops! Gotta go, Bye Y'all!

---COM LINK LOST---

---COM LINK Reconnected---

???? miles east-southeast from the School Bus.

"ISAY! HURRY UP! YOU WANNA GET YOURSELF scraped!"

Isay, Jennifer's AI assisted jet, engaged afterburners. His canopy was ripped off with no pilot inside. I had to carry my, knocked out, ace Jennifer back to the carrier at about mach one, hmm… difficult but not impossible.

I dived to avoid another missile. I swear… never have I been so annoyed by W.A.S.P.S. in my life!

"Isay, dive to 100 feet!"

"Are you freaking kidding me?" He responded.

"NO! DO IT!" I yelled back. Both of us dived instantly. I tucked my wing around me, a large white cone of water vapor formed behind me for a split-second.

"Pull up!"

And we did so, missing the ocean's water by mere inches. Although the W.A.S.P.S.s weren't so lucky.

"See ya SUCKERS!" I cracked my wingtips as an insult.

"Why must you cause small sonic booms with your wings?" asked Isay.

"I don't know… let fly back to the Bus. We're late, again."

"Isn't' this the forth time?"

"Ask me and it's four too many. Come on.

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Well??? Did I suck? Review PLEZ!!!! (p.s. im not good at puttting my thought on the computer and school wont stop bothering me, so please. don't expect quick updates)

~Hydrowing~ (Ideas are welcome)