I hope you like my story so far, please review, good or bad so I know how I can improve. I don't really like this chapter too uch and so I am going to try make the next one much better.
And I can't take credit for any of the characters ect. Credit all goes to James Pattinson.
Jeb was waiting for us outside the restaurant, dressed in a pale grey suit.
"Hey sweetie, you look great," he told me as I climbed, or more like stumbled, out of my Mom's car. Stupid shoes. I still didn't know whether I could trust Jeb, not after what he had said and done, so I just ignored him.
I was nearly screaming inside as we walked into the restaurant. It was small, and so totally crowded. I tensed, and I saw Fang do the same thing next to me. I held out my hand for Iggy to take, so I could lead him through the maze of small tables to ours, but I realised Ella was already guiding him. Could that be what my voice had meant earlier? Did Iggy and Ella like each other, and I hadn't been paying close enough attention to notice it.
Yeah they do, Angel told me inside my head. Having a mind reading and controlling six year old was useful at times, although I still had to have a talk with her about right and wrong. Something I had been putting off for a while.
I hated this restaurant already. How was I supposed to just sit hear while we ate. It was too enclosed, to loud. I couldn't help scanning the crowded room for possible threats.
"Order as much as you want everyone," My Mom said, remembering us mutants needed at least 3000 calories a day.
"Won't they think we are a bit strange for ordering so much?" Gazzy asked smiling. I knew he remembered the last restaurant we had been to. We flew away, before we had even had our starters, but not before I dumped a pot of olive oil on the waiters head. That wasn't the best plan we had ever had, as the next day we were splashed across newspapers everywhere. I guess that that's just ad occupational hazard of being a mutant bird freak.
We all ordered, and the waiter looked like he wanted to ask about the amount of food, but before he had chance Angel chimed in.
"You aren't going to ask why we have so much food, you will tell the people making it that we are high priority customers and so we need it quickly."
"High priority – need it quickly," was all the waiter mumbled as he left. Angel looked quite pleased with herself, and Ella giggled. I really did need to have that talk with Angel soon.
I was tense and twitchy as we ate our way through the 12 starters we had, but no one else seemed to be as paranoid as me. A pretty, blonde girl was sat on a table near by, and kept glancing over at Fang, smiling. This sent acid churning in my stomach, and after half an hour of watching them send each other flirtatious glances, I was ready to snap.
"I'm going to the loo," I said, and tottered away in my stupid high heels.
The toilets were empty when I got to them, thank god, and I noticed a small window, just big enough for me to fit through.
I will only be gone ten minutes I thought, jumping onto the window sill. I unfurled my wing and took off, feeling the power and freedom as I flew away. I put on a sudden burst of speed, now flying at over two hundred miles an hour. I saw the town, disappear. I found myself oven a dark space and flew down, tucking in my wings as I landed on a thick branch. I landed badly in my shoes, and fell twenty feet to the floor, knocking the breath out of me.
"These shoes are so not practical." Kicking flyboy's butts; no problem. Walking in heels this high; did my Mom want me to kill myself?
"Where did you go?" My Mom asked fifteen minutes later when I returned to the table.
"Nowhere," I mumbled back. Fang looked at me and cocked one eyebrow. I hated it how he knew me so well. I was desperate to get out of here, but I knew I couldn't just leave.
After another hour we had finally finished and were leaving the restaurant.
"I left Celeste," Angel whined.
"I'll go get her Angel." My Mom walked slowly back to the table, and grabbed Angel's tatty teddy bear.
Iggy was suddenly tense beside me, and I knew he had sensed danger.
"Ig, what's wron-" I tried to ask
"There is a bomb!" Iggy pulled me around to face him. "At our table."
I panicked. I knew Iggy must have heard it ticking; he had the best hearing out of any of us. I spun around; my Mom was still over there.
"Mom, quick get away from-" A large bang went off, and we were all thrown off our feet. Screams came from all around us, and I knew my Mom would have been hurt. She was too close not to have been. I forced myself up, my left leg dripping blood.
"MOM?" I cried, heading towards where the bomb had gone off. The whole place was covered in flames, and the smoke was choking me. But I had to get to her.
I saw her, through the flames, lying on the floor. Her head was bleeding badly, and she wasn't moving. I tried to pick her up, but she was too heavy, so I began dragging her to the door. Jeb came to help, and scooped her up in his arms. We got through the doors, and lay my Mom down on the side walk.
Ambulances arrived within minutes, and took us all to the hospital with her. The antiseptic smell burned my nostrils, reminding me of the school, but I ignored it. Ella was crying in Iggy's arms. Her face was covered in soot, and she had tear tracks on her cheeks. Angel was hugging me tightly, sending me calm thoughts. The others were sat at the back of the ambulance, not wanting to get in the way.
"She is alive, she's just in a coma." We were at the hospital, and the doctors had examined my Mom. "We don't know when she will wake up," the doctor told me.
"She will definitely wake up though won't she?" I had a lump in my throat and I kept blinking back tears. I didn't want to break down in front of the flock.
"I think the best thing you can do now is go home and get cleaned up. We will call you if there is any change." I understood he was telling me that she might not wake up. I watched the monitor next to my Mom bleep, and I was thankful she was alive.
The doctor is right. Go home. You being here is putting her in more danger. I knew the voice was right so I signaled to the flock, Ella and Jeb.