Ch 9

This was a really fun chapter to write, but it's very, very short. Sorry about that, I'll have another posted tomorrow!

Jerry's P.O.V

I walk into the dojo, carrying four boxes of large pizzas. Milton is carrying a bag of pretzels and juice, and telling Iggy when he needs to turn. I still can't believe he can't see, but still walks around like a normal person. It's swasome.

Suddenly, I see something that totally beats that: Gazzy has wings coming out of his shirt. They look real. Wonder how long that took him. One is a little bent though. Maybe he dropped it.

"Whoa, dude, nice wings!" I shout. "Can I get a pair?"

No one responds. They're too busy staring. I guess they still can't get over the swasomeness of it all.

"Are they-are they- Do they-work?" Kim asks. She sounds scared.

"Is that the big thing? That Gazzy has wings?" Jack asks, staring and trying not to stare.

"Not Just Gazzy." Max sighs, the way my mom does when she's trying to tell me to stop dancing. She shakes out her shoulders, and enormous wings come out of slits in her jacket. They're kind tan and cream and brown and white. Like an eagle, but bigger. And you know, attached to a person.

Fang whips out his wings, too, forcefully enough to cause an air current. They're a bit bigger than Max's wings, so black and glossy they look bluish purple in some spots. Iggy is next. They're the same color as his hair. Nudge's wings are chocolate brown, and a lot smaller and softer looking than everyone else's. Angel's wings look like, well, angel wings. The kind you see in pictures in churches.

"Sweet Cheese," is the only thing Kim can come up with after about fifteen minutes of surprised silence.

"Holy Christmas Nuts!" Milton squeaks.

"Swasome," I agree.

"So, you guys have wings," Jack says once he gets over the shock. "That's cool," he nods and tries to act like he meets winged people all the time.

"Do they work?" Kim demands. Max nods her head yes, and pulls her wings back in. So does everyone else.

No one can say anything. What are you supposed to say when you discover someone can fly?

The tension in the air is thick enough to spread on toast.

The dog, Total, comes in from Rudy's office, where he had been taking a nap. He must think we're playing some type of game, the way we're all standing silent and frozen.

"Oh, so you found out about the wings?" Total says.

That's right. Total says. Total. As in the dog.

"Flying kids, talking dogs, what's next?" I say as bravely as I can, only it comes out as a whimper. Everyone immediately starts running their mouths at once. No one actually listens to what anyone else is saying, because they're too busy making their own point.

"I need some air," Fang chokes out, and runs out the door.

Uh-Oh. Where's he going now?

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