I soared smoothly through the thin air, my wings pulsing up and down, grabbing hold of the wind in their fifteen foot wingspan, catching every possible current of air there was. My heart soared with me as I glided through the clouds, and I could feel a warm tender breeze ruffling my feathers. Nothing could beat this feeling. Flying made my wings worth every problem they had brought me.

People don't like things that are different than them, particularly in Forks, Washington. They close up their minds to everything unusual and call it freakish. I had learned this lesson the hard way. Charlie had constantly tried to explain to me when I was younger that people wouldn't accept me as I was, but I suppose I never truly understood.

I remember plainly the day I had discovered that to others, I was considered an atrocity. I was no more than five years old at the time, and my undersized wings where covered in soft feathery down. Charlie was napping in his room while I was sitting on the couch downstairs, reading a random children's book when I heard it: the Ice Cream Truck.

I had never been to the ice cream truck in person, but many times I had watched longingly from the window as Charlie went out and bought an ice cream for me. But he was asleep, and I saw nothing wrong with going out on my own. So I clutched all the spare change I could find on the kitchen counter to my tiny torso and ran gracelessly out to the awaiting musical car.

I remember the screaming. People hadn't understood. I didn't comprehend what was wrong, but fortunately Charlie had woken up and ran to my rescue. He fixed everything like he always does, but the harm was all ready done in my mind; the lesson was learned.

I was a freak, other people just didn't understand. They never would. It was beyond their natural capability to accept me, I would forever terrify them, or, in the most awful of cases, intrigue them to the point that they would seize me away from all I had ever known, and bolt me in some petrifying lab.

Charlie had no troubles with me ever running out of the house from that day forward. I didn't want to hear the screaming and crude names aimed towards me for a second time. So I stayed indoors for the duration of the day and went out to play at night, when no one could see.

When the time came for me to go to school, I used a computer course. Wings or no wings, Charlie wanted me to be educated. I was smart; I surpassed my supposed grade year and was finished with any sort of schooling now at the age of seventeen. Maybe I learned so swiftly because of the fact that I had nothing else to do. When I wasn't learning from some mindless computer, I was either reading or lounging in a chair by the window, marveling at the infinite blue expanse of the sky, waiting for sundown to come. Each day, when Charlie came home from a day at the police station, we would eat dinner like a typical family, and then I would slip out my window and flutter into the crisp night air. Charlie would occasionally take me out to a location such as the one we were at now on some of the frequent rainy days, not so much unlike today, and I would get to stretch my wings for an hour or so before departing back to the place I called my prison.

I flew around for about an hour. When I spied a miniature lake down below, I pulled my wings in tight around the sides of my petite body and began plummeting down towards the water. The wind whistled in my ears and my eyes watered uncontrollably. I pulled out my wings with bursting force a few yards away from the water's surface and glided along the plane of the lake, dipping my hand into its refreshing depths.

I could see my reflection in the pool. The girl looking back at me was so different from the girl I had seen earlier in my room. She was jubilant, ecstatic. Her hair whipped around her face and her eyes twinkled with delight. She has two striking pure white wings shooting out around her. If I wouldn't have known better, I would think the girls who reflection I saw was an angel.

I could feel the muscles in my shoulder, strong and powerful, working hard to push my wings up and down, keeping a steady beat. It was hard work flying, but I loved the way it felt. I started rocking back and forth, and then without warning bust straight up into the dark sky.

It was beautiful. Out here, where no human light polluted the skies, you could see the stars so clearly. I felt as if I could reach my hand out and grab them, and I was most likely the only person that would ever get even close.

I was lost, caught up in my own world, when I felt a buzzing in my pants pocket. Charlie. Whenever it was time for me to move back towards the car, he would call, knowing I wasn't going to answer. I sighed, not quite ready to call it a night, but headed towards the rock face regardless of my discontent, thankful I had been allowed out for even the short amount of time, and braced myself to head home to my rainy town.


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I think Vampire Edward has won haha, seeing as no one wanted human Edward

Just to clear up some things: Bella's wings are not retractable, I got this idea more from Growing Wings than from Maximum Ride, and her wings are white :