Spring has come... the streets filled with fallen flowers that are blown away by a warm spring breeze...
Ah... I hope I can enjoy it, because I live in a tropical region that only has two seasons.
But anyway, as planned, my new story will be published. Oh, or maybe I already did... well, this is indeed three days ahead of schedule. But, let's just say this as the prologue of this story. And here it is... the first chapter...
Happy reading...
"It's raining again..."
I mumble, staring into the night sky through the wet window. The dark sky, and the occasional flash of lightning creates a fleeting glint. No stars, not even months... because tonight they are hiding behind those dark clouds... like I do, hiding in a dark room with papers strewn across the floor and my bed. I just lie down on the bed while staring out the window. A thunderous roar that shook the window... the clink of the clock that roared in my ear cavity. But, my heart... is so quiet...
"No stars, eh?"
I mumble again, staring at my wings that are also shaking just like this window. Slowly I dropped my body on the bed. Trying to close my eyes between the noise of the rain and the thunderbolt. My wings inside the blanket, still trembling. This is not due to cold temperatures, although this is the end of winter. But because...
I can't move my fingers anymore, no... but these wings...
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Next morning...
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This morning there is nothing different, still the gray skies. My step stopped in the doorway, staring at the sky for a moment. To me... everything I saw looked like that sky...
Gray, colorless... just like a white sheet of paper. Sheets of untold stories...
I turned and clasped the doorknob. But, I can't... even need two wings to hold it, and need more energy to close the door. After much effort, I finally managed to close and locked it. Well, I might be used to this trivial activity, even though my wings are getting trembling, but I don't care... because I'm used to living alone. After my mother died, my father decided to keep working out of town just to fulfill my needs.
But maybe I'm not alone...
"You're off guard!"
Someone yelled at me, and surprisingly a book hit my head... not a regular book, but a phone book!
"Arhgg!" I yelled, bawling over who was doing this.
"Geez... why every morning your looks are always so sombre?"
A voice familiar with me, without thinking twice I looked behind me. And it turns out, the culprit is Gracie... my childhood friend, as well as my neighbor.
"Gracie...?" I said, then took a deep breath, then, "What the heck did you do?! Why did you throw me a book?!" I snapped at her.
"Ah... it's just a little book..." she replied, without any guilt.
"Little... you say? That's a phone book, you silly bird!" I muttered,"Besides, where did you get that?"
"I took it from your house..." she replied, chuckling.
"I see. No wonder when I looked for it everywhere, it wasn't there. It turned out to be you." I said irritably.
"Sorry... after all I'll give it back to you." she said, about to hand it to me.
However, I have not had time to grab it... the phone book fell from my tremble wings.
"Ah forgive me... let me take it." Gracie said, picking up the phone book that lay on the ground. While I'm just silent...
"I'll bring it back to your house later..." she continued, a little nervously.
"I'm... sorry..." I mumble, trying to clench my wings, but can't except trembling.
I'm really useless... either I have to feel lucky because only my wings are paralyzed, or I have to suffer because of my current condition.
"Then let's go to school!" cried Gracie, walking in front of me. While I just walked slowly while bending my face... staring at the streets with the snow that began to melt. Put my wings in my patch pockets.
We walked through the empty sidewalks, the flowers began to bloom little by little. The snow that had piled up between the branches was completely gone. I didn't think spring has come. It's been three years since that incident, a terrible tragedy in spring...
Bloody flowers...
Oh yes... come to think of it, I don't remember that tragedy very much. All I know is, my bloody wings and since then my wings begin to tremble. I think that due to the wound, my wings started paralyzing, and...
I stopped writing...
"Hey Blu..." Gracie said, dissipating my memory of the tragedy. She stopped in front of me, when we arrived at the school gate that was beginning to be crowded by the students.
Students who fill the soccer field and baseball field. They are all practicing for their tournament. They practice since morning, even until dusk. They are tireless, and still smiling in their suffering. The sweat that wets their clothes, their uniforms, their feathers. The dust that falls between the winter wind... or rather... the spring breeze. But why? They are all tired, their bodies are in pain, their breath is panting... but they can still shout with joy.
"Yes..." I replied.
"Afternoon... after school. There is a girl in my class who asked to be introduced to Roberto. Do you want to come?" she asked me.
"Why should I come along? Did not she want to be introduced to Roberto?" I asked back.
"Well, since I don't want to be the third person between them, you know that right? She likes Roberto." she replied.
"No... I'm not coming." I replied.
"Come on, Blu..." she continued, "Besides, she is a writer..."
I'm a little surprised to hear her words, not knowing what to respond...
"I'm sure your chats will fit. You can talk about, ah... linguistic style, characterizations or whatever that." she continued, smiling,"I'm sure you'll get along pretty well."
I'm just silent... can't answer back...
"Well even though I've never read her books, but I think that's good, isn't it?" she continued, while I was still silent.
"Well then, your silence I think of as an answer 'yes'! After school, we'll meet in the city park!" she exclaimed as she ran to her friends who are practicing baseball, because the last tournament for them will start soon.
Not only baseball teams are practicing, soccer teams as well, including Roberto the captain...
Roberto, Gracie, and I are childhood friends. The three of us used to play together until sometimes I injured my own talons when I was pushed from 'the bridge of courage', and almost drowned in the river. Well, I'm used to confront them both.
Nevertheless, those moments... I can still laugh.
Roberto will start his action by playing football, while Gracie started her action by playing baseball. But, I just stared at them both from a distance...
"A writer, eh?" I mumble.
I stared at my tremble wings when I know that the girl is also a writer... because it reminded me of one thing I should have forgotten...
Chapter 1 : White Sheet
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White sheet...
And that's it... as you can see, I put the title chapter at the end of the story. It's a bit different, but I hope you guys like it, and get used to. Then, I use Blu's point of view on this story. But maybe later you'll meet the point of view of other characters, and there are some third-person point of view. I hope you guys are not too confused about the plot, because I'll give you a sign about it.
I'm sorry it's little boring, and, or... something else. But I promise the story will get better as it goes along! Make sure you write your review about this first chapter... give me your first impression about this story. It will help me a lot...!
Last but not least, I'll probably stay focused on this story until it's done. Then, I'll go back to Planet-X early in winter.