A bright light hit my now opening eyes. Lifting an arm to shield my lazy eyes as they adjusted to the amount of light, I tried to remember what had happened. I wasn't in my dorm room. I was in a completely white, lab type room. As confusion started to hit me, I sat up and examined my surroundings with more detail. The bed I was lying on was a cold, hard, metal table, with only a pillow to prop my head on. Another table was to the right of me, with materials that I would only imagine a surgeon to use. A sink and long counter top was placed against the opposite wall from me. The room didn't hold a very frightening aura, for it was extremely clean and bright. Squinting up at the ceiling, I realized that the main source of light was coming from a series of light fixtures placed flat against the pure white ceiling. A feeling of uneasiness came over me. 'What was I doing here?' Just then, a large door in front of me opened, revealing a tall man in a white coat. I gulped.

"Oh, you're awake. Please lie back down. We have some tests we need to do." He said in a monotone voice, not even bothering to look me in the eyes. About to refuse, I decided against that option, for I didn't quite know what this all was yet and that I would be making a bad decision. My head pressed against the soft fluffy pillow as I tried to relax. That didn't work out for me as well as I wished. The doctor walked over to me, prying my eyes open with his gloved hand and shining a small light into each of them. I cringed, due to his cold touch.

"How are your wings?" He asked me casually, now writing on his clipboard, still not paying any bit of attention to me. Startled, I sat up and looked at him.

"Wings?!" I exclaimed. My hand then moved to my back as I felt around for anything out of the ordinary. Just to my horror, the tips of my fingers brushed against something light and feathery. I almost threw up. "Why do I have wings?! What happened to me?!" I demanded, stressing over the fact. The doctor merely flipped a page on his clipboard.

"Do you not remember? You grew them last night. We found you in the hallway next to the library," He said to me, a touch of impatience in his voice, as if I should have known all of this right away. I swallowed and touched the tips of my fingers to them again, just to be sure I was hearing him right. Of all the things to happen to me, I had never expecting such a thing as this. My throat closed around any words that I might have struggled to spit out.

For as long as I remember, I had been attending a private boarding school for people without any guardians to care for them. Everyone here was an orphan, to be accurate. They taught us the normal curriculum, or what I thought was the normal curriculum, as I had never gone to any type of public schooling. Usually when someone here turned 14, they would graduate. There wasn't a graduation ceremony, though. They would just announce over the intercom the names of those who had graduated. My fourteenth birthday had been April 4th, about a months ago, so I had been expecting for someone to tell me I had graduated soon, not this.

Still completely horrified by the wings that now lay grafted into my back, I choked back some tears and looked up once again at the doctor, though he still wasn't looking back at me.

"Where am I?" I asked him, the question I had been pondering since I had woken up here. This time he glanced at me, then focused his attention onto my face, which was probably still masked with surprise.

"If you could please lay down again, I need to get these tests underway before noon," He instructed me, ignoring my question. This made me uneasy. Not wanting to cause a problem, I followed his orders and lay back down on the cold metal table. In less than a minute, a needle was perforating the skin of my arm and a tube of blue liquid slipped into my veins. There was no effect from the liquid, so I prayed for it to stay this way. All this time to doctor jotted notes down at rapid speed onto his clipboard. The frustration building up in me wanted to smack it out of his hands and demand every question that I had a right to know.