Marseilles, Southern France
Andrea's wings were tightly bond to her back. She could almost feel the tiny connector bones braking, but she knew she had to look halfway human. Well almost halfway human, the green skin was pretty weird. Andrea Leaf tried to look as human as possible when going on her morning jog. She would pass the beaches and the shops trying to move fast enough so that no one would notice the slight blue tinge to her hair or the green mingled in her tan skin.
"Although" she thought, "people aren't as dumb as they look." She cringed when remembering how her parents had reacted. She was the youngest of almost an uncountable number of siblings and the only mutant and when ten people don't talk to their youngest daughter/sibling something was up. Formerly Andrea D'amdoise now she was Andrea Leaf. Easier for American tourists down at the restaurant where she worked to pronounce. Luckily the restaurant had a forest theme and she was one of the 'friendly wood fairies with very realistic wings' not even her employers knew the truth. She checked her pulse as she slid quickly around the corner. Andrea was fast, and she liked it like that. She passed the schoolyard like she did every morning kids speaking in rapid French yelling at one another over sports. Today was no different a clan of 2nd graders were playing a game, looked like football, not the stupid American football that all of the tourists seemed so into but European football of course, Soccer. All accept one boy. He sniffled on the sidelines. Someone was always the odd man out. It's just the way it is. She wanted to call the small blond boy over before realizing, Well remembering she was a mutant.
She turned up her Discman, (which was playing music from Newsies, a Disney film that had been her personal favorite since she was a kid) and kept jogging. She heard the school bell ring as she tore off back home. Andrea turned the corner headed back home. She passed a few people mowing their laws. All were neighbors that she had never bothered meeting, since well.
"Its not easy being green," she thought to herself. Andrea calmly walked over to her door and quickly turned the key locking herself in her house once again. She released her hair from its ponytail and allowed it to cover one eye like it tended to do. She unhooked the corset that kept her wings tightly bound to her back and they unfolded themselves. They looked like two large swallow tailed butterfly wings, only purple. She flapped them a few times; luckily she only suffered from a few cuts where they met her back. "The mail!" she said allowed, although Andrea Leaf had no one to talk to. She kneeled down next to the mail slot and pulled out the letters that had been shoved into it. She walked over to her dining room table and undid the rubber band.
"Junk," she started putting the copoun book on the table next to her, "bill, bill, junk, magazine, catalog, bill, junk, junk, ju-hey what's this?" she wondered picking up the small letter,
Miss Andrea Leaf
Marseilles France
"How did it get to me with an address like that?" she questioned, "Who's it from?" she looked up at the right corner of the letter, "no return address." She pulled it open and slowly began to read it. A first class ticket to JFK airport in New York fell out. And an invitation to a school in New York City.
Andrea's wings were tightly bond to her back. She could almost feel the tiny connector bones braking, but she knew she had to look halfway human. Well almost halfway human, the green skin was pretty weird. Andrea Leaf tried to look as human as possible when going on her morning jog. She would pass the beaches and the shops trying to move fast enough so that no one would notice the slight blue tinge to her hair or the green mingled in her tan skin.
"Although" she thought, "people aren't as dumb as they look." She cringed when remembering how her parents had reacted. She was the youngest of almost an uncountable number of siblings and the only mutant and when ten people don't talk to their youngest daughter/sibling something was up. Formerly Andrea D'amdoise now she was Andrea Leaf. Easier for American tourists down at the restaurant where she worked to pronounce. Luckily the restaurant had a forest theme and she was one of the 'friendly wood fairies with very realistic wings' not even her employers knew the truth. She checked her pulse as she slid quickly around the corner. Andrea was fast, and she liked it like that. She passed the schoolyard like she did every morning kids speaking in rapid French yelling at one another over sports. Today was no different a clan of 2nd graders were playing a game, looked like football, not the stupid American football that all of the tourists seemed so into but European football of course, Soccer. All accept one boy. He sniffled on the sidelines. Someone was always the odd man out. It's just the way it is. She wanted to call the small blond boy over before realizing, Well remembering she was a mutant.
She turned up her Discman, (which was playing music from Newsies, a Disney film that had been her personal favorite since she was a kid) and kept jogging. She heard the school bell ring as she tore off back home. Andrea turned the corner headed back home. She passed a few people mowing their laws. All were neighbors that she had never bothered meeting, since well.
"Its not easy being green," she thought to herself. Andrea calmly walked over to her door and quickly turned the key locking herself in her house once again. She released her hair from its ponytail and allowed it to cover one eye like it tended to do. She unhooked the corset that kept her wings tightly bound to her back and they unfolded themselves. They looked like two large swallow tailed butterfly wings, only purple. She flapped them a few times; luckily she only suffered from a few cuts where they met her back. "The mail!" she said allowed, although Andrea Leaf had no one to talk to. She kneeled down next to the mail slot and pulled out the letters that had been shoved into it. She walked over to her dining room table and undid the rubber band.
"Junk," she started putting the copoun book on the table next to her, "bill, bill, junk, magazine, catalog, bill, junk, junk, ju-hey what's this?" she wondered picking up the small letter,
Miss Andrea Leaf
Marseilles France
"How did it get to me with an address like that?" she questioned, "Who's it from?" she looked up at the right corner of the letter, "no return address." She pulled it open and slowly began to read it. A first class ticket to JFK airport in New York fell out. And an invitation to a school in New York City.