All right, this is a story dedicated to my most favorite authors. There's only two so far, but I'm hoping that there will be more! Many thanks to amberluckycat2 and Mae Silver for helping me start this story and for inspiring me. I hope you enjoy it, especially you, you special people. :) I'll shut up now and go on with the story, but please review and enjooyyyyy!
I'm Chicko Cess. My nick-name is Walrus. Please don't ask why. I don't really know either. I have golden brown eyes and breast-length hair that is the color of chocolate. I usually wear jeans and tank-tops, with the occasional mini-skirt. I don't mind dressing tomboyish either, because truthfully, boy clothes are more comfortable that girl clothes. I'm always excited and confident while being occasionally shy, and I like people based on their hearts. I like to think that I'm kind to everyone, but I have a short temper and I'm, I admit it, sometimes naive and slightly gullible. I'm good at martial arts, with a black belt in Jujitsu, archery, and guns.
I live alone with my cat, Mae. She's 4 years old and she has silver fur, black paws, and amber eyes. She's small and petite, despite the huge quantity of Meow Mix she consumes every day. She's a strange cat, Mae. Her favorite time to eat is at sunrise, she dislikes blond dogs, and she will eat stinkbugs. When she's mad she hisses at people and claws the furniture; when she's happy she meows non-stop obnoxiously (I'm 99% sure it's on purpose), and when she's sad she lays on her side and makes funny noises. She's the laziest cat you will ever meet, and when she isn't sleeping she's darting around the house or climbing up things. I love Mae and we have been best friends ever since I was 3, which was when my parents died and left me her as a gift. She's my only companion. The other kids stay away from me because I don't fit in and avoid me as much as possible.
I'm not mentally-handicapped or anything. I just have a secret. A secret that I can't tell anyone, or else they might put me in a zoo. I'm a mutant, and I have wings. They are beautiful, pure white with swirling black patterns. No, no other powers. Just wings. I thought I was the only freak for a while, until I met a flock that also had wings. Their names were Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy.
This is my story...
Well...? How was it? By the way, if you want to be in this story, I will gladly add you. Just send me a profile of the character you want to be and I'll see what I can do to add you. :) Gah, I hate being sick. I'm going to drink some chicken soup, and so I bid you farewell! Until next time! And remember...write on!