Right about now, you are probably wondering
What the heck is going on?
and
2. Why does this chick have wings?
Well, I would be perfectly happy to answer the second question for you right now, but I'll leave the second one for later. If I answered it right now, you would only have more questions.
But back to answering your second question! Yeah, I have wings. If you think that's weird, or you have some kind of personal problem with it, that's your loss. Go ahead and put the book down if you want to, but I can promise you that you'll regret it. That's what usually happens when you ignore what someone has to say.
If you're still holding the book, great! I give you five rounds of applause!
Because my story, like the story of my parents, is not the happiest of tales.
My name is Raven, if you didn't already guess from that little glimpse into my hectic life at the beginning, and I'm a seventeen year-old bird kid. Yeah. I said bird kid.
And yes, I did say we. Me, my mom, my dad, and almost our entire family has wings. Crazy? Yes! But sometimes fact is stranger than fiction.
Fact is, my parents are technically escaped laboratory experiments, just like my aunts and uncles (no, they are not actually related to me, but haven't you ever called a good friend of your parents uncle before? If not, your loss), and they spent a good portion of their lives running for their lives. Or, flying, I guess. But you should read my mom's books if you want to know about that. It's a pretty long story.
They kind of had this save-the-world thing going on, but then, about about twenty-five years ago, this massive meteor thought Oh, now might be a good time to come down and hang out with Mother Earth. I mean, it's not like she has billions of inhabitants that might not survive or anything like that!
Well, thank goodness it didn't actually wipe everyone out, cause then I wouldn't be able to tell you about the world after the apocalypse!