That feeling you get when you know how someone feels about you… I get that a lot when I'm around Fang. I know that he cares about me, he loves me. A lot. How I felt when we first met, fireworks. It's been about four years since I met him, two years ago we kissed, last year it went 'a little farther', and it's been about two months now, he proposed. We're getting married, no joke, on my birthday. Yeah. We're eighteen, just got in there. I love him. So much. A lot. Actually, it's not that feeling… at all, it's more than that. It's perfection. I feel like flying… literally, since, you know, my wings and all. I love my wings. Brown with white at the bottom and gray and purple speckles here and there. My fourteen foot wingspan almost never gets in the way, tucked snuggly under my shoulders. Eight hours of school with my wings pushed against my back is a living Hell. When I get home my shoulders and wings ache. I visit Fang at night, when everyone is sleeping. I pound my feet during the day so when I do sneak out, and if someone hears me, they would think it was the dogs. I look very young for my age, and often lie about it. I look twelve but, I'm actually eighteen. No one knows about my wings, accept me and Fang. Not even my parents. They developed about eight years ago. I was ten. Fifth grade. Imagine the look on my face when I took a shower that night the thing is… Fang has wings, too. So when I sneak out at night, we go flying over the woods. There is absolutely nothing like flying. If you ever develop wings, try dive-bombing about a mile then snapping out your wings, and flapping down hard. If you can imagine, roller coasters have nothing on me. We're having a secret wedding, and then I'm running off. I know Fang won't like the idea, but it's for the best. I run off with Fang, we live on the lam, live life, and be happy. No one to hold us back. No annoyances. A perfect life. We'll be together forever and forever together
, Nayna.