"Storm? Wake up before I get the airhorn!" Dylan said, shaking me awake. I turned over to give him my famous 'ten more minutes' stare. He laughed and pulled me up and I rubbed my eyes. "Mornin'." I said, gloomy. "Mornin' Storm." He said. "We're having eggs, hope you don't mind." He said, walking out the door. "Oh, can you get Nudge and Ange?" Dylan asked. "Sure." I turned over to shake awake Nudge, who was sleeping soundly. Lucky duck. "Five more minutes..." She mumbled. "How about five more seconds? Get up!" I yelled into her ear. She screamed and sat up immediately. "Welcome back to the real world." I said, and she groaned. I went across the hallway into Nudge and Angel's room to find her already dressed. "Well I was gonna wake you up, but you seem to have that checked off the list." I said, and she laughed. "I'll meet you downstairs, we're having eggs." I said, and her face seemed to glow. Shutting the door, I went down the stairs to set the table. They had mismatched forks, spoons, knives, and plates. I felt bad that they had to go through all this. But now I'm with them, going through with it all the way. Nudge literally thud down the stairs and flopped on the couch so sleepily, I thought she was going to fall asleep again. "Nudge, I just woke you up. I don't want to go through that burden again." I said, placing plates. I heard Iggy chuckle. Soon everyone came down and we ate all the eggs, seeing we have a 3,000 carb diet, I had about 4 eggs. Once I was done, I went back upstairs to my room and drew out my notebook from my small bag. Taking out my pencil, small and thin, I started to draw.
It was a small boy, in the form of a lost soul, holding hands with his alive sister. It was weird, I never drew anything cartoony. But I guess this house just... Inspired me to do it. The girl was angry, like when you have to babysit your baby sibling for the day. Only she had to take care of her brother for life. The young toddler was happy though, he loved being with his sister. His face made a happy smile, looking up to his 11 year old sister. Suddenly, without warning, a small young voice started to talk. "Nice." With instinct, I rolled off the bed and quickly threw a warning shot with a dagger. Then I found out it was the Gasman, pale like he almost died. "Oh. Sorry..." I said, climbing back onto the bed, and drawing the dagger from the wall. "It was just instinct." I said, sliding it back into my jacket pocket. "Like I was saying, nice drawing. It's a cool idea!" Gazzy said, taking the book from my hands. He started flipping through the pages. It had drawings of wings, zombie anime baby girls, all sorts of stuff. "Woah! This one looks like you!" He said, showing the page. It was me, flying freely with hawks and eagles. I made a small smile. "Yeah, I made that one in the facility." I said, memories flooding my brain. They were good and bad. One minute I would be training with my sensei, the next they would torture me. Saying I didn't belong here, especially with wings. I pushed them out immediately. They aren't here anymore, and I'm not there. "Oh, I forgot. Nudge, Angel, and I wanna go to the dollar store to pick up a small movie. Max and Fang don't wanna go, and Iggy is asleep. Can you come with us?" He asked, handing the book to me. I nodded. "Sure. I'll meet you by the front door." I said, getting Nudge. Gazzy and Angel were by the door and we spread our wings and flew.
"Storm?" Angel asked, once we were up in the air. "I'm glad you joined the flock." "I am too, Ange." I said, smiling. "Do you remember your parents at all? Or your real name? Or your age? What about your birthday? Oh, and wh-" "Yes, I remember all of that." I said, cutting Nudge off. Everyone looked at me eagerly waiting for the jist of it. I sighed. "I don't remember my mom. She was killed when I was born, and my dad blamed me for it. He tortured me harshly, and then I was sent to the orphanage." I said, keeping back the tears. I don't want them to see me cry... ever. "My real name is Delilah Griffiths. I'm 13, and was born on September 4th." I saw Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel exchange glances. They were sad, and intrigued. "What is it?" I asked. "Did you say Griffiths is your last name?" Nudge asked. And I nodded slowly and faintly. "That's Iggy's last name." Gazzy said, pale. Well... this just got awkward. "You're joking." They shook their heads. And so it went for five minutes in complete, utter silence.