Disclaimer: list of characters isn the books, that are also in my story, Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy and Angel. You see them? Yeah, I don't own them
My phone rings and I pull it off its hook. The voice of my fourteen year old friend Kirsten sounds, "Sarah, you are so never going to believe this."
"Try me" I say as I stare in the mirror looking at my new wings.
I gasped audibly and stared. They protruded from my back and arched upwards into a smooth curve, near the tops were blood red spots leading to dark black wings with a little red mixed into them; all in all they were wickedly cool!
"Uh, Kirsten" I mumble picking up the phone from where I had previously dropped it. I hear a faint 'yeah?' and take that as my queue to continue. "I'm coming over, ok?"
"Yes, please do." I hurriedly change into some black jeans and a dark red and black shirt. How fittingly my wings happen to be my two favorite colors, the colors of blood and death, why not? I pull on my grey converse and high-tail it out the door. Kirsten is waiting for me in her yard and only barely acknowledges my flaming hair, which makes me mad seeing as I had worked really hard on getting it that way! Calm it Sarah, you're going to blow a gasket. My temper tends to get out of hand but unlike most people (Kirsten included) I don't retaliate immediately. I wait and plot my revenge, my friends know to run away whenever I get that look on my face (some call it slightly devious). We go into the shed built behind Kirsten's house and lock the door. The shed has been our clubhouse ever since Kyle(Happy Birthday Kyle), Kirsten's little brother had kicked us out of the treehouse. It was nice, solid and soundproof with a little decoration, and a spider or two, scattered here and there. Kirsten unfurls her own wings and I gasp, they are a beautiful steely grey. Almost metallic and stand out harsh against the dark walls behind her.
"They're beautiful," I murmur. Hating myself for sounding like a rich-girl staring at a pair of shoes. I unfurl my own pair and watch as Kirsten's eyes go wide, before shrink back down to their normal size. "Well what do we do now?" I question, she shrugs without a clue. I start thinking and then remember what had been on the news earlier today. I tell Kirsten about the other birdkids and she nods before saying,
"I think we should find them," No, really? But I don't say that I just nod in agreement and we each go back to our houses to pack, we had agreed to meet at the shed at midnight tonight. I go home and grab the necessities, which include my iPod, a couple shirts, a pair of shorts, another pair of pants, a reusable water bottle and my trusty pocket tool.
At midnight I meet Kirsten at the pre-decided area, and nod grimly to one another. We run side by side until we split off a bit so we have enough room for our wings. And that full moon night, in the middle of Kirsten's backyard, we started a quest. A quest to find who we really were.
A/N: Don't be afraid to tell me it's crappy and short. I'm just writing this for my friend 'cause she's amazing.