My name was Frida. Or at least it said so on the name card on the white coat I slowly put on. White Coats. That's what the kids called us. No matter what I was thinking about, my mind always seemed to drift towards the six of them. My breath drew in sharply as I passed them, each sitting pathetically in small dog cages. There was the dark girl, the little blond boy, the blind boy, the tiny girl, sisters with the first boy, the oldest girl, and the olive-skinned boy. Usually, I tried not to look as I walked the stretch between the coat room and the office where I worked. Then again, as often as I tried not to look I ended up doing so anyway. To them, I was just another White Coat, one of many they see in a day. They'll never know about my decision, my ultimate betrayal of them. While in the lab, I was known as Frida Dinche, I knew myself as Cin in secret. For a sin is what I committed every time I walked through the door at the end of this hallway. Hating myself, I entered and shut it behind me, feeling my wings unfurl behind me.
"Hello, Frida." One of my partners, Violetta, gave me a smile and a small nod. If I had to name any of the people here as my friend, it would probably be Violetta. Violetta was older than me, 16 or 17, with silky red hair that looked like the inside of a red velvet cupcake. With her olive skin and thick, black eyelashes, Violetta was fairly pretty. She treated me as if I was actually worth talking to, and when she was on observation duty she always gave me some coffee.
"Hi," I responded with a half smile, before stripping down to my body suit. It was made of a smooth, thin liquid that molded around me like water. Before taking off, I took a quick sweep of the room. There were four scientists on duty today, including Violetta. They must be expecting me to do something fantastic today. I sighed, taking a step back, then running a few feet and beating my powerful kite (the bird) wings. As soon as I was in the air I felt the weightless bliss of flying, and I could almost forget why I was allowed to feel this. I circled the high-ceilinged room a couple times before stopping in front of one of the scientists, Doug, to await instruction. Doug was just average; average intelligence, average looks, average everything.
"Frida," Doug started, looking down at the clipboard in his hands, "please begin with standard-" he was cut off, however, by the alarm. Utter chaos broke out, with scientists scrambling around, half trying to get out the exits, half trying to figure out what was going on. In the flurry of movement, I realized no one was paying attention to me. I made a split decision, and flitted out the open door, past six empty cages, out the coat room door and into the sunlight. I shot straight up in the air, above the clouds, and feeling my chest expand with happy breathlessness, I left the school behind with a whoosh.