I DO NOT OWN 'ITEX', James Patterson does! :)
INFO ABOUT ME BEFORE YOU GET STARTED:
Name: Chelsea
Age: 15 . . . I think
Hybrid Type: 96% Human, 2% Bird, 2% ?_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
CHAPTER 1
This was awesome. The wind blowing through my hair, hundreds of feet above the ground, this sweet rush I got when I was flying. My name is Chelsea. Most people think of me as 'just another kid' but they are all wrong. Very wrong.
I should tell you that you've never seen anything like me before. I may look like a typical teen, well, at least when I have my wings drawn in. I have no permanent home, people get suspicious, I leave. I need to fly. I'm not sure I have a family, I'm not even sure if I was made to die. So, I could tell my story for five more minutes, or the rest of eternity. I have no idea of my past, or what my future will hold. All I know is that I should live now like I am dying. I just might be.
Enough with the crap. Right now I think I'm flying alone over North America . . . somewhere. Bottom line - I'm forced to work with no one. I have always flown solo and I plan to continue my life that way, it's not like I'll find anyone else like me in a million years.
I can hardly bear telling you all of this junk, I have never taken this much of a risk before, so listen carefully, I'll only tell you any of this once. I glance down at the world below me. Hmm, a small town . . . I could eat. If only I had money. That's another problem, I don't have anything to my name, money, food, shelter, none. I tuck in my wings and begin my descent towards lunch. Guess I'll have to steal it. My wings brush between buildings on the down strokes. Ahh, freedom.
I drop down in an alleyway, the least likely place for people to see me and draw in my wings. I look for the nearest restaurant. And that's when I found it, a small, family-owned diner called Henry's. This is where my adventure begins...
I walked into the quaint diner, it was almost . . . cute. This was going to be way, way too easy. I mean, the waitress was much too old to stop me, and the bar hatch was closed, and locked. I sat down and kept quiet. Out of habit, I sucked in my wings even tighter. Whew, just chill Chelsea. I thought to myself. This was going to be quick and simple.
"Hello. I am Meryl. I'll be your server today." Said the way too old waitress I hadn't noticed approach me.
My heart stopped for a millisecond. "Oh, hi."
"What can I get you today? Our specials are pancakes, fried eggs and the fish of the day, salmon." This sentence took too long for her to say. She was slow, and disoriented.
"Uh, yeah," I was just going to eat and run. "I'll have the plain cheese omelet, and a glass of orange juice." Hmm, the sun outside told me it was morning.
"Sure, right away." She turned and, with great effort, went through the doors to the kitchen.
I sure hoped that this wouldn't take too long; I was getting antsy. Ugh . . . I couldn't take it! I fidgeted. About ten minutes later my food arrived. But, it wasn't Meryl. Instead, it was this guy . . . my age? Maybe a year older.
"Hey," he began. " I'm Criss. Meryl decided to take her break about halfway into the kitchen." he chuckled. "So, you're the Cheese omelet and OJ?"
"Yeah." I replied weakly. What was wrong with my voice. . . What gasses are they releasing through the vent! I then realized that it wasn't the vents or me; I'd been holding my breath.
Criss looked at me with a look I'd never seen on anyone before. "Uh, here." He set the food in front of me. I waited for him to leave, for some reason I didn't want him too see me eating. So, when he re-entered the double doors, I went ballistic on the food. I hadn't eaten in a good three days. At first, my stomach rejected the food, made a strange noise, and then transformed into an unforgiving black hole. Mmm. Well, I was done, time to go. I had to remember my coordinates, for some reason, I felt like I had to see Criss again. First, I had to leave, now. I got up and headed for the doors. I was about halfway there when a thick, deep voice erupted from the back of the room. Of course, I was so stupid!
"Come back here, you need to pay for that!" Said the all-to-familiar voice.
"You'll pay for telling me what to do!" I yelled, and then bolted out the door. I sprinted for a good six feet and then jumped, unfurled my wings, and pushed on a heavy down stroke. Up I go. I re-thought why I'd heard one of those voices back in the diner . . . I mentally backtracked. Wait, WAIT! NEW JERSEY! I WAS IN NEW JERSEY! Here's the deal - the last thing I remember before my memory was wiped clean out of me was a sign that read: Itex Location: New Jersey. That's where I was. That's where the whole thing started. My nightmare. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God! They were probably after me now, the group of crazy deceptive creeps made specifically to find me after my narrow escape. I
flapped harder, faster, stronger. I was going at a speed so intense my cheeks flew back around my jaws . . . I giggled despite my situation. Time to move on . . . on the run.
END OF CHAPTER 1
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