Then
Well you all know my story- the freak with wings married the normal human girl and then three years later they have me. Like my father I have wings. Unlike him however, I wasn't raised in a dog crate… No I was raised in the mountains of Montana.
But there's something else that makes me unlike him, something worse than anything else in the world. I can't fly. It's not like I'm afraid to or anything, I wish that were it. But it's not.
I asked my aunt why I couldn't fly; she thought it might be because there was too much human in me. Father said I'll fly someday - I just have to keep trying. That's just plain bologna.
I'm done trying to fly. I already can't be a normal kid, too many people know about my father and his Flock. But useless wings are not something I want to drag around for the rest of my life.
These wings gotta go- I'm sick of them. Either these wings go or I do.