A/N Hello my pretties(:
Dude, yesterday the document manager was all messered up :O I would've posted this sooner.
Okay, yesterday I wrote down an outline so I kinda know whats going to happen now!!
Anyhoo...
I made this team thing. It's called Team Llama... well ya. And yes, it is as stupid as it sounds.
Oh well...
ON WITH IT CHAPPIE
Oh and...
Thank you, thank you, thank you to my first three reviewers. I honestly wasn't expecting anybody to even READ it let alone review!
And those first three reviewers would be:
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Chapter 2
MPOV
As soon as school let out I ran into the forest behind the school. Making sure no one had their eyes trained towards the sky, I jumped as high as I could and flapped my wings shooting into the sky. Yeah, wings, GTFOver it. I was born with them. Or that's what they told me. I had other theories, based on the fact that no normal human baby is born with wings.
The beautiful blue sky extended out for miles. I dive bombed a random tree and pulled up just in time. I remembered Ni-Fang. His beautiful smile. His gorgeous hair. Too bad he couldn't like a freak like me. One look at my wings and he would running for the hills.
I sighed and in mid-air, pulled out my headphones. I stuck the little ear buds in my ear and chose a song. "…Lions make you brave, Giants give you faith…" I absolutely positively LOVED this song. I don't know why. I guess it just… I don't know.
I turned and headed for the woods. Beyond the woods was an ocean. Sweeping down over the pacific ocean, miles out, knowing that below you was hundreds of feet of water was magical.
I flew over the trees and looked down to see a few rabbits hoping around minding their own buisness.
'Oh, good song.' I thought and danced in the air, still flying. I could still do stuff with my hands. Oh dear, that sounded dirty… I laughed and pulled up, flying vertical feeling the sun on my face.
If you're wondering, the song was 'I gotta Feeling' Black Eyed Peas. I don't know why but this song just makes me happy.
Soon enough, I was flying over the water about a foot up. I felt the ocean spray on my face and could taste it on my tongue. With my amazing vision, I saw the fish swimming down below. This wasn't a tropical coast, so nothing THAT interesting. Just because for some reason this piece of information is VERY important, I'll tell you that I live in Parksville, British Columbia. On Vancouver Island. In CANADA.
I was now over the ocean of the coast of Tofino. Two painful, bumpy hours in a car. 20 lovely minutes as a bird kid. "Yoo-hoo" 'I gotta feeling' finished off and a song by the Grateful Dead began.
Suddenly a dark shadow in the water caught my attention. I pulled up a bit because anything unknown was freaky-deaky and I didn't want it jumping out and snap my head off.
Guess what? It was a whale. A huge, freaking whale. It looked like the grey whales that where on the whale watching brochure I had decided to pick up on the ferry. It looked to be the same size as the descriptions to. "Holy guacamole."
I didn't even know it was whale season. It was Late February. I thought the hung around in the summer. Then again, it was +10.
I stared at the whale and remembered my camera in my backpack, which I had dropped in my backyard when I had flown over it. My parents and sister, Ella were used to random stuff after school falling out of the sky. I remember one time, we had made cookies in cooking class. I had wrapped them in a nice box and sent them to Ella who was tanning in the backyard via "airmail". Her face was hilarious. They had landed right on her and she had sprung right into the air, the freaked her out.
So where was I? Oh camera, right. I had, had it in there because it was picture day yesterday and everyone always looked so nice. I had forgotten to take it out.
I mentally cursed myself and hovered staring at the whale in wonder. I looked at my watch. It was nearing 5pm and the sun was starting to set. With wonder, I set off away from the sunset and enjoyed my last few minutes of blue bliss, predicting the weather to be rainy crap tomorrow.
Part 2
FPOV
I groggily sat up and looked at my clock. 1am? Come on! A guy has to get some sleep! I rolled over but knew I wouldn't be getting back to sleep any time soon because I had mistakenly looked at the clock and thought thoughts. Now my brain was too awake.
I stood up and walked over to my window. I drew back the curtains and stared at the moon and then into the window across from mine, the next house over. It was the window to Max's room.
For the millionth time that Max had lived there (Which had only been 2 years, even though she has lived here, in this area her whole life. She used to live in a little place called Nanoose. I was ecstatic when she moved next door.), her covers were pushed back, her bed was empty and her window was open. I knew she snuck out every night. She hadn't told me, but it was super obvious.
Again, I looked up at the moon and saw a dark shadowy figure fly in front of it. It looked like the most beautiful bird in the world, its light wings reflected the moonlight. If only I could join that bird and soar above the world… so free…
I flopped on my bed and wished for sleep to return, to take me to my dreams of Max… Max smiling, laughing, marrying me… like that would ever happen. Oh wow… dreams of getting married. I have officially been banished from guy world. The man universe. The… oh whatever.
I've never been like other guys. I'm sensitive and shy. I mean, I just try to blend into the background. I have heard girls whispering about me. Honestly, girls thoughts are scary, but they were compliments. I've also heard people saying I'm 'popular.' That is not likely. I have a total of zero friends. I just hang out with people so I'm not alone…
Punching my pillow, mad at myself for not being able to sleep, I flicked on my light and pulled out a sketchbook. In it I looked at some of my previous drawings. In the first one was Max, she had lovely white wings coming out of her back. She stood in a protective stance in front of five more people. The person nearest the front looked like Iggy, the second one was a little kid. He looked to be about eight. A little girl who I thought to be his sister stood beside him, holding a bear. She looked to be about six. There was an African American girl. She looked like Nudge except younger. I stood off to the side, sorta like a shadow.
Honestly, I never knew why I drew what I did. The images just came to me and usually involved winged children. A few times they scared me. I flipped the page and looked at a man. He looked to be stuck in a transformation between human and wolf, his face twisted and tortured. His head was thrown back and his hands were chained to a date. A bullet was flying towards his temple.
Hurriedly, I flipped the page to a much nicer image. Max was lying in a field, her face happy and illuminated but the slight glow of a campfire. It was magical.
The next page was blank. I pulled out a pencil and started sketching. I always felt like I was in a trance when I was sketching. It was like a high for me. I felt like I was floating… probably the same feeling people got from drugs except I wasn't killing my brain cells this way.
Whenever I was sketching, I never remembered the actual drawing process. I only saw the end product. I was immersed in my thoughts when I was drawing. Mostly thoughts of Max, or my family. When I was drawing scarier things I thought of the people in third world countries. I always felt for them. I hated the thought of them living in such poor conditions while I got to sit home and lounge around.
When I looked at my clock again, it read 4:26 am. I would get about 1 hour 34 minutes of sleep until I had to drag my butt out of bed and to school. The thought was brightened by Max. Her face crept its way into my brain, even though it had never left, and it was like I had my own personal sun in my head.
I heard the pitter-patter of rain outside and looked down at my drawing. Max was flying in front of the moon. The wings on the bird I saw earlier were attached to her back and she looked so joyful flying up there. Her hair was whipped behind her head and the moonlight shown across her face, shadowing one side.
Carefully I closed my sketch book and went to close my blinds. Max was in bed, her gorgeous hair fanned around her face. She looked so peaceful. I felt a tear creep down my cheek at the thought that I could never, ever have her. I had fallen so hopelessly in love. I was only 16! I had my whole life to fall in love. Of coarse, my stupid brain decided now was perfect.
I never let myself show emotion. It opened up so many ways to get hurt. Letting the tear escape, even though I was on my own, was huge. And it felt good. When I woke up I would be… a living statue, basically. The night time was the only time I had emotions, pretty much. I mean, I have emotions, but I keep them bottled up on the inside. Any therapist would say it's unhealthy, but it happens to be how I deal.
I pulled my blanket up over my head and fell asleep, my last thought the drawing of Max flying in front of the moon.
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A/N BTW +10 is in celsius so for all you americans that is the equivalent of 50 farenheit