Dear Diary,
It was cold today. I borrowed a big red hoodie from Old Navy. Got tossed outta the tunnels. Forgot to give them 'rent'. There was no food. Report back in a while.
-Dusk
I put my diary down and sighed, this was going to be a long, cold night, which I would probably spend half of worrying about my stomach digesting itself.
Sigh.
Scratch, scratchscratch. I struggled out of the blackness of sleep, trying to figure out where that noise was coming from. Scratch, scratch. God, that was an annoying sound! I sat up on the bench I had huddled onto, to see a small black Scottie dog doing what appeared to be filing his nails using the sidewalk. I felt my face go soft, I had always had a soft spot for animals, probably because of the...
Never mind.
I wrapped my arms around myself, got up, and walked over to the little dog, who had apparently not sensed me yet, because most animals run when I get close. I got close enough to touch him before he finally scented me, as he startled, turning to see me, I heard footsteps. Footsteps automatically trigger panic for me, especially in a deserted park in the middle of the night. So, naturally, I decided it was best to skedaddle, especially since the footsteps were getting closer.
I started running, but was cut short by someone grabbing my hoodie. (Which I might add is strange, considering how incredibly fast I can run).
Without looking to see who my stalker was, I made the decision to do something I had convinced myself never to do again. Something that would have scared the hell out of a normal person;
I opened my wings, and took to the skies.