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1. Jasmin
"Mum!" I called.
"What Jas?" she called back from the kitchen.
I was standing in our living room. It was a big, fancy one. Big windows, fancy TV, statues, pictures by artists I couldn't recognize, comfy leather couches.
"Can I go on the net?"
"Yeah, I guess," she said reluctantly, "just not too much surfing, you'll kill it."
I love living in Vic Plains. It's big, empty and open. There's nothing but rocks, paddock, trees and sheep. A few roads; some houses as well as a few cows.
I bet you're getting lost. I'm Jasmin. I'm fourteen. It's the year 2008. I have long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and big, beautiful thirteen feet wings that are tan with cream and white streaks. Oh yeah, I live in Victoria Plains, which is a remote part of Western Australia. It's near Mogumber. Which is literally three houses and a pub.
'Wings,' you ask, 'is she going wacko?' You ask.
Nooo… I'm not. Unless noticing thirteen foot wings sticking out of your back makes you wacko. Yes I have wings. Always had, probably always will. And as to Mum's explanation… 'I think they must have done something when I was in hospital. I had no idea until you were born. I swear.
Nuh uh. Wrong answer. I found the books on avian genetics in her room when I was ten as well as a book about human genetics, and a picture of a rat with wings. Which was REALLY weird. There was also some paperwork. What they were going to do. How they were going to do it. How it was supposed to work. There was something about five kids. So I guess there's more like me out there. So I'd set myself the task to find them.
So that's why I wanted to go on the net. I had found someone, after two years of searching. A boy, thirteen years old, from Alaska, claiming that an old man had told him he'd seen him arriving at the town as a baby, and that his parents said they'd lived there for ages before he was born. It wasn't that that had me interested but.
I told you how my wings are tan, cream and white yeah? Well my hair has natural streaks. Tan, cream and white. It looks quite cool actually.
Well his hair is jet black. With dark brown and normal brown highlights. Also cool. But it triggered my senses.
I now have a plan. It might work, might get me sent to a freak show. I'm not sure. I got our fancy new camera that can sit on a tripod. Changed into a singlet. I set the camera on five seconds. Hurried back to my and extended my left wing so the photo could just catch the edge of it. The flash went off and I froze for a second. Then I rushed to the camera to see the photo. It had caught my slightly frowning face; my streaked blonde hair and you could just see my wing. It wasn't very obvious, but you can tell it's a wing.
I hoped for once I was right. If he didn't have wings, I don't know what I'd do. If he does, I still don't know. I just want to find out.
I put the picture on the computer then photo shopped it so it was smaller. I sent it to him and then deleted it. Mum doesn't know I know about the others. I don't want her to know I do.
"Jasmin! Lunch!" yelled Mum.
I jumped; I'd been searching again, coming up with nothing. I walked to the table and stared at my food. It was spaghetti; I put some on my fork and lifted it to my mouth, but I couldn't eat it. I wasn't in the mood.
"Jas? What's up?" asked Mum, sounding concerned.
"I want to go flying." I said. Not a lie.
Yes folks, I can fly. Wings aren't just there for decoration ya know.
"Maybe tonight, eh?"
"Maybe." I said thoughtfully.
"You still need the computer?" asked Mum.
"Yeah, haven't checked my email yet."
"Who's emailing you?"
"Cassie." I lied.
I hadn't talked to Cassie since she saw my wings at a sleepover. Her new name for me was freak. Luckily she hadn't told anyone, either that or no one believed her. Luckily Mum left it at that so I rushed back to the computer. I had one unread email. It was from Alaska. My mouth went dry. I clicked it then cursed dialup as it took forever to load. That was when I noticed it had to be a picture. If my mouth was dry before now it was the Sahara. I hoped like hell he hadn't just sent my picture back.
(I thought this would be a good place to put a long annoying A/N. So instead of doing that I will do a claimer. I own everything about this story. Including the ink to write it on paper, and the slave labor to type it up. So yeah. Enjoy)
He didn't. It was a picture of him, standing there with his dark eyes full of shock. As the photo loaded more, I could see his wings. They were black with dark brown streaks and brown highlights. They were about twelve feet across I'd say. His message read:
OMG!!
I cant believe its u 2! Do u know any1 else? My folks say they don't know nothing about it. What does urs say? I didn't think there'd be others. OMG I cant believe this! We need to meet up somewhere, somehow. Does ppl know bout ur wings? No 1 knows bout mine. We really need to meet up. I could probably get over to oz somehow, stow away on a ship or sumthing. Wat about u? email me back ASAP!
Charlie ( ur winged friend:D)
I was still shaking. I had no idea what too think. When I finally opened a new message to reply, I had sort of a plan. His enthusiasm scared me.
Charlie, we need to calm down & think this over. If they wanted us too know about each other they would have told us. I don't know why they're hiding it, but I think something's going to happen, something bad, very bad. I think there are 3 others. I saw something in my Mum's room about what they did, how they did it and how many there was. It said that the 5 subjects had to be 'transformed' in the womb. It was the only bit I understood. I think they've tried to separate us a best they could, in English speaking countries. I think there's someone in England, maybe someone in New Zealand and maybe someone else here or America. I think my Mum's knows a lot about this. And I think I'm the oldest. I'll try breaking into her safe, but if she catches me I think all this will be over. I think they might hold me somewhere if they realize how much I know. Don't let anyone know that you know about me.
Jasmin.
I sat back, breathing hard. I still couldn't believe it. I'd found someone else. He sounded like a talkative chap too.
Again, its gets a little more exciting next chapter. Bear with me.