I woke up to the sweet, greasy smell of bacon. I rolled out of bed, threw on some random clothes, and went to stalk a full plate of breakfast. Basically, I just sneak around until I can grab the plate of bacon and whatever else my dad has cooked. Trick is, I can't get caught; if I do, I get a firm "talk".

My dad raised me by himself and I have no memories of my mother, which I don't care about anyway. My dad is Jacob E. Bachelor (Jeb, but she doesn't know that. U see the acronym, right) and has some important job or another. I don't really care to know but it brings a good paycheck.

Now am am at one of the door ways to the kitchen. It's almost the center of the house so yeah. Good and bad news.

Good : plate has bacon and sausage and eggs
Bad : Dad is in the kitchen

Crap! what now? I thought to myself. I decided to set up a diversion. He knows I will try to take the bacon and when I get it I will climb up a tree , I love highs dunno why but I do, and I won't come down until I run out of food and get bored.

Hmm... a diversion... I could... no that wouldn't work... maybe...

Then, I got the best idea.

Our dining room is connected to the kitchen and the table is really heavy so if I take this small chair and put it on the tiny rug and put a bunch of books on the chair the floor board will creak.

So, I took a really long, thin, invisible wire and tied it to one of the legs of the chair and put some wire behind a table leg and, still holding one end of the wire, went to my original post. I saw Dad in the kitchen looking anxious; he knew I would be up and wanting the plate.

I began pulling the wire slowly and after a moment heard a creak. It sounded real enough so my dad looked in the direction. I knew he heard it.

I was about to pull again but I realized that I would knock off the books if I did that...perfect... if I knock off the books he will leave for sure. I have a sharp tug. I heard a satisfying series of thumps and saw Dad leave. Bingo.

I'm up in the tree now and I've got my food. It doesn't take my dad long to realize what I've done. I ignored him screaming away and watched the sky and listened to the birds. I've always wanted wings. I can't put I finger on why but it feels like it is...real. I am in love with the idea of flying. I'm the oddball who imagines what every detail is like. My dad knows that if I could, I would have falcon wings. That's my favorite bird, a falcon, and it would match me.

After I came down my dad had disappeared so I started cleaning dishes when he walked in and started smiling. It was almost creepy, to be honest. Until I found out why.

A falcon. He got me a pet falcon.

( Author's Note )

Soooooo... Yeah! That was the first chapter. Tell me what you think so far! I'd love to read your comments! I will try to update soon! I Promise! And remember... R&R!