"John!" Dad scolded as I ran up to him, panting like crazy. "Where have you been?"
I put up a hand so he could wait until I caught my breath. "I was, um, at the lower levels. Checking for for, uh, anything unusual." I smiled. That was a good excuse, considering I had made it up on the spot.
He nodded in approval before patting my head and saying, "Your Nanna's here." My smile widened and I grabbed my backpack that was near the front door. With a quick goodbye to my dad I ran outside and hopped into my Nanna's car. She smiled and the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth scrunched up. Nanna was so sweet. She also had a huge knack for baking, and everything she made tasted amazing. I swear, she should've worked at the Betty Crocker factory or something.
"Hello, John. How did it go?" She questioned and I could clearly see the worry in her eyes. Nanna had actually been the one to give me the idea and the courage to execute it. Obviously, she didn't approve of what was happening in that place, either.
I shrugged. "He didn't really do anything, just lay there and be sick. You should see his eyes, though, Nanna! They're like completely red! And his wings are just... Wow. I really wish I could see them when they're clean. I bet they'd be even more stunning." I sat back in my seat as Nanna started the car. She started down the road and I looked out the window, dreaming of helping the bird-kid.
Nanna nodded, "He sounds amazing... But I'm not sure what we could do for him..."
I smiled as and idea came to mind. "Nana! We could help him get out of there! I could feed him, wash him, and teach him a whole bunch of stuff!" I exclaimed.
Nana smiled and her face wrinkled up. "Thats a wonderful idea, hon. I'll pack you a large lunch tomorrow and something to wash him with."
Once they we got home I grabbed my backpack and practically flew out of the car. Dropping my bag on the couch, I ran upstairs to my room and started writting up tomorrow's learning curriculum. No matter what, I was going to help this bird kid, and hopefully every other kid in the prison. I would make a difference.
Yaaaaay. Another short chapter. Could they get any smaller? Probably not. Thanks for everyone who Favourited, Reviewed, and followed this story. Much love to you. Why not review again, hm?
