A/N: HEY GUYS! READ THIS! IT'S IMPORTANT!

Hey, I revised last chapter. I said that Cody, Ryan, and Mal were going to Bloomingdale, but they go to Bloomingdale. And it said Ava, Pearl, Jasmine, and Lily were going with them, but they do go to FAA. So, I majorly revised it, if you want to go back and read it.

And, thank you to those who've submitted OCs, followed, favorited, and reviewed! I really appreciate it! I apologize for the short-ish chapter, too.

Now, on to the story!

Scarlet unfurled her wings and moaned in pleasure, and the tips of them stretched so far they brushed the branches at the edge of the clearing. They'd been cooped up in her shirt so long that they ached terribly.

When she was very young, about six, she had discovered them sprouting on her back, but she told no one. Before long, they had turned into full fledged wings, and she could fly.

Later on, she had also discovered that she could cause or take away mutations on herself and others... When she had given poor Billy and lizard's tail during recess when he pushed her.

Scarlet loved flying. She was incredibly reckless, and loved adventure, and her wings gave her more freedom towards these things.

She looked back and gazed at her wings. They were pure white, with the occasional read feather here and there, with a wing span of thirteen or fourteen feet.

Good Lord, her name was ironic. First there was the feathers, then, her curly hair that went down to her waist was - Guess what? - a vibrant red.

On her ever so slightly tanned face, her bright green eyes sparkled happily.

She flapped her wings once, twice, three times and she was in the starry night sky.

She then went to town and soared through it. There was no one not asleep at this time of night.

Tomorrow, she set of with the group to Florida Air, led by the Cody girl, along with Ryan and Mal. Though a bit nervous, which she never got, she was exited to show them what she could do.

Then, interrupting her thoughts was a girl that suddenly stepped into her path. She tried to stop, but it was too late - Thud.

They both hit the concrete. She wondered why this girl was outside at this time of night.

Scarlet now got a good look at the girl. She was, simply, beautiful. She had large eyes the color of summer grass surrounded by thick lashes that somehow managed to make them pop even more. She had a thin face that was so pale she might have been porcelain, and she had long curly black and brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders.

The girl gawked at her wings, opened mouthed. Scarlet grinned.

"Hey, I'm Scarlet."

"You - you have wings," she stated. She had a heavily accented voice - Swedish? - as if she couldn't speak much English.

"Yep. What's your name?"

"It - it is Talia," she stuttered.

"Hey, Talia. Nice to meet ya, but I gotta take off. Ba-bye!" she said, soaring back to her cabin in the woods.

Talia just sat there for what felt like hours, but what was probably only about ten minutes, on the road. She didn't worry about cars; obviously, there were no more on the roads. And she doubted, even if some kids were driving, that they would be at night.

That girl had wings! That girl had wings! her mind screamed at her over and over. Finally, she began to wonder if that was part of her power. She obviously had a power, if she had wings. What intrigued her, though, was how she got them.

Eventually, she got up and walked to her empty house. She had a mission, she decided - she would find out who that girl was and why she had wings. She somehow had a feeling she had seen her before, at school, but she wasn't very good with faces, and she had only came here from Sweden two months ago when her father had found a better job here in Bloomingdale, Florida.

She really, truly missed Sweden. The language, her friends, everything about it she missed. She could only speak English about half way, and that got in the way of her friend-making skills, too. Strangers sometimes made fun of her accent.

She had been outside because she couldn't sleep. Ever since they had moved here to America, the new surroundings just wouldn't let her. She tried everything - counting sheep, warm milk, etc. - but it just didn't work. Sometimes, the fresh air helped a bit.

Then she laid down. She didn't realized how tired she was until her head hit the pillow and she fell asleep.