I told them I had wings, but they all think I'm crazy, wonderful, you know it.
And that would be the only reason that I am here, surrounded by crazy people, with some squint seeing me and my small flock. Okay, so they don't think my flock is crazy, just me.
I guess they think that I influenced the eleven and six year olds into thinking that they could, I don't know, fly, albeit, on my part, it is hard not to when they have wings growing out of their backs.
Of course, that leaves me with the question, what will the squint think of that?
I was forced to follow the people throughout the dim hallways into the small, boxed in room where the squint dwelled. Something about these plain white walls reminded me of hospitals, jail cells, and science labs… but I'm not quite sure why. (For those of you who don't get it, that was sarcasm,) I'd bet that at one point this wasn't a dump, like the first day it was here, but that isn't the point.
The point is that I don't belong here, and not like those people who just say that, I mean I really don't belong here.
"Max, correct?" a freaking red-head squint comes up to me with a smile that said 'I will make you better, I will stick a needle right…' and of course to maintain the rating I will not tell you the rest. Someone, her boyfriend maybe, is looking at me like a freaking diseased animal, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, I have rabies, run while you can, freak," venom is on every word and he just glares at me. Nice tactic, freak.
"Now Max, why don't you cooperate with me, you think you have wings, no?" she says in that sickeningly nice tone, really fake tone.
"Not only do I think I have wings, I do have wings. You think you are doing a good job, no?" I retorted, I mean, the call me crazy and stupid? Jeez, what a new low.
"Now, Max, don't be mean. If you have wings, why don't you show me, then you can go out and do whatever you thought you would do, alright?" she, of course, thought she was about to prove me wrong, but as I am, I had to oblige.
My wings seemed to grow as they unfolded from underneath the clothes that I had long since cut two long slits in.
"Gosh, I was wondering when you would ask," complete that comment with a smirk, and you get what I said.