First fanfic. Don't kill me if it sucks. :'(
Okay. Stole the Canada thing. (Sorry Kimsa Ki-Lurria. I'm stealing from u
later 2).
Hope: but if she didn't steal from you, several parts of the story would make no sense!
Disclaimer: is Iggy here? No. Sooo, obviously I don't own mr.
Claimer: I own Hope. SHE'S MINE!
I spread my wings. The whitecoats wanted me to fly again. No I was NOT a bird. I was 98% human, 2% bird. Yep, I was mostly human. I could remember the day I was 'adopted' and taken here. Technically, I was asleep when it happened. I fell asleep in a Quebecian (it's my made-up word - u can't have it) orphanage and woke up in a in a dog crate. With wings.
While on the subject of me, I should probably describe my more noticeable features. You're probably going what does this girl even look like. (Did I miss the description?) I have honey/dirty blonde hair and hazel/blue/green eyes. I had glasses, but the morning I woke up with my wings, my vision was 50/50. (My description! Except for the wings…but I would like those!) My wings are pale grey, kind of like a dove's, except for the fact they were 10 feet long. I am 14 years old. For the past 8 years every day, all day the whitecoats have taken my blood, sent me through mazes, forced me to fight some freaky thing they call an Eraser, strapped me to a table so they could test some new injection, and…some other things I'd rather not mention. Then, one day, something changed it all.
Cliffie! Word of caution, if you have not read Icaria by Kimsa Ki-Lurria (this is the story I stole from), I suggest you read it now.
Hope: please? I'll give you a m&m.:)
R&R?