Layla's P.O.V
"Where did those bimbo's go?" I sighed to myself as I flew. Flapping my wings I looked down, mom had sent me to find my troublesome brothers. I flew over a field, and spotted them. I gasped...an Eraser. Quickly diving down I landed in front of them, I narrowed my eyes at the Eraser. It was a girl, her red eyes widened and she cowered, backing away slowly. She turned and ran off.
"You bozos ok?" I asked looking at my brothers.
"Hey we're not bozos!" They snapped.
I sighed, "Let's just go."
I bent my knees and leaped up, flapping my wings. I heard Owen and Gazzy following me, when we got home, it was hilarious. Mom had Dad, Owen, and Gazzy sitting at the table. She chewed dad out about letting them go into town alone, she was a bit overprotective, but I couldn't blame her.
"I'm going to my room." I announced at the stairs.
"Dinner in ten." She said looking at me, and then narrowed her eyes when Dad got up to move. "Butt back in that chair Mister!"
"What's Uncle Iggy cooking?" I knew better than to assume she was cooking.
"I think pork chops." She replied.
"Kay." I muttered.
I walked upstairs, and then went into my room. Sighing I fell onto my bed, my eyes closed briefly. I laid there in silence, and then sat up. "I need a shower." I got up and walked to my closet. Picking out a pair of skinny jeans and a green tank-top, I walked to the bathroom and locked the door.
The water poured over me, like a heavy rain. I ruffled my feathers, enjoying the water slipping down them. I'd often thought of what it'd be like without wings, just being normal. I shook my head, I could never be normal. I'd heard mom give Nudge the talk years ago, back when she wanted to cut off her wings after boys kept rejecting her. I really don't see the point in getting a boy's attention, whoops. Off topic again. Anyway, I was a bird-kid to the bone. If I were to remove my wings it wouldn't change anything, I can't very well rip my bones out.
Sighing I reached for my towel, and wrapped it around my body. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I was skinny. I'd always be skinny. I'd never be one of those girls who had to be wary about what they ate in order to stay thin, I'd never be normal. Shaking my head, I got dressed then walked out of the bathroom and into my room. I looked out my window; the sky looked like a painting. The sun setting, casting a pink-ish red color over the clouds. The breezes caused the ocean to stir from its peaceful slumber, waves crashed against the rocks. You could almost say this was paradise, gazing at my uncle's grave, I realized...
That it's not.