Me: Ahh, the joys of waking up in the middle of the night to type.
Nudge: I'd prefer to be sleeping at 3 in the morning.
Me: Too bad, my winged kidnapee.
Nudge: -eyerolls—
Disclaimer: Since JP won't give me the rights to Maximum Ride, I still do not own it.
Dedication: To the people who read my crappy stories. Woohoo!
"Good afternoon, class. Today we'll be learning about…"
I tuned out the teacher and turned towards the window. It was a beautiful day out; blue sky with few clouds and a nice breeze. A flock of pigeons flew off the roof from the building next to us. One of the birds flew right in front of the sun and, for a second, you could see the outline of the bird down to each feather on its wings. Oh, how amazing it must be to be able to fly with only the winds in your face and the sun on your wings. And just-
"Beatrice," called the teacher, taking me out of my daydreams. "Can you tell us the answer to this problem?"
"Uh," I thought for a second, doing the math in my head. "354 square feet"
The teacher glared at me for a second and then said, "Correct" She continued on with the math lesson.
For the rest of the class I stared out the window and at the birds flying around. I was knocked out of my daze by the bell. I started to quickly gather my books and pencils so I could get out of the classroom first.
"Remember to bring in your permission slips to go on the field trip to the research facility," yelled the teacher over the commotion of students chattering.
Ooh, my permission slip. What did I do with it? I tried to look in one of my folders for it, but knocked into someone causing both of our things to fall.
"Sorry! Sorry," I exclaimed and knelt down to pick everything up. "Sorry. I didn't see you."
The boy I ran into had mousy brown hair and warm brown eyes. He also knelt down and began picking up his things.
"No, it's my fault. I wasn't watching were I was going," he said. "You're Beatrice, right? I'm Tomy."
"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Tomy," I said with a smile and hand back his notebook.
He picked up my sketch book and asks, "Is this yours?" I nodded and he opened the book.
I inwardly cringe and expect him to laugh at my drawings and sketches of birds, but he just keeps flipping through the pages.
"You draw really well," he said.
"Well, thanks." I said surprised. We got up and walked into the hallway. Tomy kept flipping through the pages of my sketchbook which were covered in birds and the likes of. "It's kind of a hobby of mine." I babbled on.
"They're really cool. Hey, did you know that the place we're going to on Friday studies birds? Bet they have all kinds birds there."
"Probably." I paused for a second then blurted, "Wouldn't I be cool if they could put wings on a person?"
He laughed. "Maybe they do." With that and a wave, he turned into another hallway and to his locker.
What an interesting thought indeed if they could put wings on a person…
Me: That came out soooo good! –wipes away imaginary tear—I'm so proud.
Nudge: Zzzzz…
Me: Nudge!
Nudge: Wa-
Me: Just making sure you're awake for the end.
Nudge: Need. Sleep. Bye. –falls out of chair, asleep—
Me: -laughs—Now where's that sharpie?
R&R?