Okay, so my choices of what to do are a) FanFiction [ which i chose ] b) Homework c) talk to my retarded friend [ not hayley ] d) listedn to my mom go off about how crappy my dad is e) call my dad when i can't
I went with A as you can see. Kayla went to sea world ( do they even still have that ), so I have to do everything myself, including my oh so frizzy hair. Not fun. So - leaves to go eat a snack for 5minutes - let's start with saying that I was eating Top Raman. ( Is that how you spell it? ) And finish with saying that I have to do my homework before my mom eats me then spits me out.
Let's see . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ember POV
Here I am in the magical land of unicorns and rainbows. Yeah right. I'm looking at a girl who is a mutant and has wings lifting up her shirt to reveal the bottom of her sports bra to show Elizabeth - an eight year old healer - an old Eraser wound that looks like some angry wolf-boy took his hand and swiped it across her torso to make five angry red lines that I assume to be scars. Yeah, magical rainbows and freaking ponies. Our fearless leader hissed, hissed, like a cat, but he's a bird right? No shit Sherlock.The back of my mind said. Creepy right, everyone has an overemotional conscious right? Well, anyways Beth - Elizabeth's nickname - trailed over to her slowly, ran her fingers over the scar and we heard a pop. The boy who saved my notebook - Jason - also hissed when he heard the sickening pop come out of hisfearless leader, Alex. Seriously, when did these people get injected with cat? The scar didn't go away, but it faded a little and Alex said, " Thanks Lizzy, that was really starting to get annoying whenever we needed to fight. I'm fine Jason. No pain, no game." I looked over at him carefully, to see the pain I saw in Alex's eyes a second ago in a faded form in his.
He turned to me. " What are you so curious about?" As if he could read my face like a book. Weird.
" What's your power?" I said, curiosity leaking into my low and quiet voice.
" I can taste emotions and control bonds. What about yours? Besides the whole fire thing."
" I control volcanoes." I said calmly, as if I had just said that my cat was catching a mouse. Speaking of cats. " Fritz? Fritz? Come here girl."
Some of you are like, ' huh?' Well, I have a flying talking cat named Fritz, 'cause she spazzes a lot. And, I mean a lot. A miniature tabby came in the clearing. The star of most of my living sketches. She had an orange diamond on her forehead, circular brown and orange spots on her other wise white tummy, a checkered black and orange nose, and her main coat was brown and black stripes. " What's up?"
" Fritz meet Jason, Alex, Kyle, and Ari. Guys meet my flying, talking, spastic, rescued from Itex, cat, named Fritz." Everyone was in apparent shock, but Ari was the first to come closer.
" Hi Fritz." She said warily, not sure weather to shake her paw or scratch her under the chin. Fritz, being both human and cat, accepted both as a sign of welcome.
" Hello." Fritz replied steadily, standing on her hind legs and extending a front paw, which Ari wordlessly shook. Jason stepped forward, bemusement in his eyes. " Hello." Fritz said again, extending her left paw. Which Jason did not except, instead, he picked the started cat up and cradled her like a baby as he stroked her chin with one finger.
Fritz started purring, something she - trust me - never did. She meowed again, something she has never done. " Oh! Lower, lower, to the left, no the other left, oh yes right there that's the spot." She started purring rather loudly. Jason looked very amused as he followed her instructions, scratching all over her chin before he put her down gently, " You, I like." She said before seeing a mouse and chasing it off into the trees.
Everyone, including Jason and myself, burst out laughing. After it quieted down, I turned up the fire - using my power - and offered to take first watch.
Twenty minutes later, I'm sitting on the same rock Jason was using when I spotted him, drawing a snowy owl that's swooping slowly over our clearing. When something - or rather someone - burst into the clearing, being a hunted mutant bird-kid, I got into fighting stance, dropping my notebook and pencil in the process. Until I realized that it was just Fritz who had a mouse, dangling from his tail, in her mouth. Can we say gross?
" How many is that now? Five in the day that we've been flying." I commented as she dropped the rat at my feet.
" Seven actually, why are you drawing that horrid owl, when the essence of beauty is right in front of you?"
" You mean a dead, un-breathing mouse?"
" Not the ungrateful mouse, silly! Me." Said Fritz, hopping in a batch of daisy's and posing like she was about to catch a fly.
" You are pretty photogenic." I said, already starting the playful Fritz on a clean sheet of paper. I would finish the owl later, seeing all that was left to draw was the legs. Within five minutes, I had already drawn Fritz herself with her black with orange striped wings and was focusing on the serene meadow that screamed peace and harmony, trying to get the beauty of the flowers just right.
" So that's what's in there." A voice said right behind me. I, a hyperactive bird-girl, swung a punch and landed the unsuspecting intruder in the nose, followed by a crunch that meant I broke his nose. I had him in a headlock before I realized I knew this man.
" Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Jason. I wasn't paying attention and I thought you were a white coat or something. You should know better than to sneak up on someone when they're on watch." I said releasing him as soon as I saw his face. He was holding his nose and looking at me with a half shocked and half amused smile on his face. He immediately turned around and went to Lizzy, he put her hand to his face and I heard her sigh in her sleep and his face was all fixed up when he turned around and faced me.
" You have quite the punch, but I like it better when you use it on the enemy." He said, coming over to my frozen form and picking up my - once agian - fallen notebook. He flipped through the pages as I recovered. " You are quite the artist, you know." He said, looking at the picture I was currently drawing.
" Go to sleep." I said, snatching the sketch book back and looked at Fritz, who was in exactly the same position. " You, I'm not done with yet." The miniature tabby nodded slightly.
When I heard Jason's light breathing in the background, I finished the flowers and dismissed the kitty. I finished the owl. I looked over my sketches. I had one of each member of the flock: Payne holding a sleeping Lizzy, slight smile on his face; Rob and Payne - looking exactly alike since I didn't have any colors ( but Payne's eyes were shaded in a little more than Rob's) - flying right next to each other with a roughly battered sign in the background saying brothers; there was even one of Lizzy sleeping peacefully on a tree branch, wings out. I had a rough sketch of me from when I looked in the mirror. Three of Fritz: the one I just drew, one of him chasing a mouse, and one of him curled up in a ball next to Lizzy. The owl. The deer. And the meadow I drew while I was flying. That's 10. My goal was thirteen before we got to Canada. I drew one of the whole flock - Payne, Rob, Lizzy, Fritz, and I sitting on the rock I was currently taking watch on. My imagination wandered as I drew; Lizzy ended up with a smile on her face, Rob ended up with his shoes on fire, Payne ended up standing next to Lizzy - a smile on his face - and looking at a block of ice that was above my head. I laughed as I looked at the end result. I let my imagination wander again, thinking about tonight's events and ended up lightly sketching on the paper, twenty minutes later, I looked down to see Jason with a very cat-like Fritz in his arms. I smiled, that was the first time I had ever seen Fritz act like a house cat. Major first-time. One more . . . I drew the new flock: Ari ROFLing ( text talk: ROFl= rolling on the floor laughing ), Jason smirking looking at something the paper didn't show, Alex standing with a tough-guy expression with her hands on her hips, and Kyle next to Jason just standing, the kid didn't do much.
Sketching was the only thought on my mind as I drew all of these, thirteen sketches in one and a half days. Pretty good if I do say so myself.
- time lapse -
Next thing I know we're flying over a waterfall and it's 9:30 in the morning. The front of our gang started to descend, everyone followed suite.
And, that's why we're standing here - 18 bird kids, a bird-dog, and a bird-cat - looking in amazement at each other when Jason goes in the middle and says, " Whoa. Can anyone feel that?"
Cliffy. Next I'll either Jason or Angel. PM me if you have any questions about anything. PM me if you have an idea. PM me if you get bored. This may be the last update in a whole week of 10 updates in a row but sorry. School is gonna be hell when I get back. If you like blonde jokes, check out my profile.
~ Fly on ~