Sorry its boring right now, but it takes a bit to get into the story but once it gets into it, it is gonna be really exciting and kewl!
Chapter 1
I was looking down at the moving landscape under me. I whistled, thinking about how far away from the ground I was. I couldn't breathe and forgot to flap for a second, thinking that this was the highest I've ever been from the ground.
Right now you're probably wondering if I'm some freak or if I am on an airplane or something. But let me clear this all up for you:
I have wings. No, not some freakish wings growing out of my arms, or like some superhero. My wings are growing out of my back, but they fold up real smooth when I want them to. It's not the most comfortable, but I learned to deal with it.
There are others like me, but most people don't know about us. It's not everyday you look up "Freaks with wings in real life" on the Internet. I'm fourteen, and I have dealt with this from when my wings came in when I was five.
I was first put up for adoption as a baby, only one week after I was born. Luckily, a woman about twenty-five years old came and found me and took me in to raise me. The woman, Anya, could sense my oddness and how I was different from the others. Once I turned six, my wings started growing in. She smiled and told me how beautiful they are, and showed me hers. As I grew up, she told me bit by bit about our kind. I was not the only one she with wings she was raising. She was also taking care of a girl one year younger then me. I learned that this girl's name was Emeralda, but we called her Em. We quickly became friends, but every now and one of us steps on the other's toes and we get mad at each other. One day, when I was fifteen and she was fourteen, we had a big argument about who knows what and I went into her room to apologize. When I went in there, I saw her talking to Anya, and Em's face glowing.
I am not patient so I knocked loudly on the door. They turned toward me smiling. Before I could ask what was going on, Anya interrupted my thoughts.
"Honey, I found a boy your age at an orphanage. He also has wings, and I have it all set up for him to come here…. if that's okay with you girls of course…" she said. I couldn't believe it. I am so used to living here, and it would just mess everything up that we have together! I weakly smiled, hoping that they would become oblivious to my disappointment.