Paige Baker rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms. She kicked off
her blankets, and got out of bed. She felt trashed. All she could remember
was a night full of dancing, partying, drinking, and smoking. Tomorrow was
her 15th birthday. She stared at the tired reflection in the mirror and
almost scared herself out of her skin. Her hair was matted and tangled, and
her eyeliner was smeared around her eyes. Paige was a hardcore party
animal, and could care less about school. She was a rebel at heart, lived
in a small city orphanage in Los Angeles, and attended La Brea High School.
She had wavy black hair and piercing green eyes. Her childhood was
nebulous, and she had no memory of a mother or a father. The only people in
her life were these pathetic kids at the orphanage and adults who couldn't
stop nagging to save their lives. But there was something Paige was trying
to hide. There was something she knew that lived deep inside of her and if
was let loose, she would never be treated the same again.
It was in the early month of October when Paige was around ten, she realized she was different. She was sitting under a tree crying her eyes out because the adults had told her it was time for a nap, and she didn't want one. Ally, a social worker Paige had despised since she couldn't remember, approached her under the tree. Ally explained that if Paige continued to throw tantrums, no one would ever want to adopt a selfish child who only cared of herself. "You'll be here until the day you die, and no one will want you," She taunted harshly. Paige was furious. She became so mad that she imagined Ally disintegrating into small tiny specks of dust that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. Ally immediately stopped talking. Paige stopped crying. Ally looked as if she had just been tranquilized, and started to become harder and harder to see. Her face was like a ghost's, and soon enough, her body crumbled into little specks of dust and was blown away by the chilly October winds.
The disappearance of the L.A. social worker spread like a disease. No one knew about the happening under the tree except Paige. The adults at the orphanage were reluctant to believe that a ten year old could kill a 30- year old social worker, but were still very suspicious of her. Paige Baker became the new problem child at the Los Angeles orphanage.
But this wasn't the only strange thing that had happened to her. There was another time, when she was thirteen. Paige had been dating a boy named Craig Walter in grade school. One night, Craig had taken Paige out to see a movie. They were happily watching "Return of The Dead: Part II" when Craig leaned in to kiss her. The kiss sent a rush of pure joy throughout her body that she felt herself slowly rising off the seat. She felt as if she was flying. She opened her eyes to find a look of pure terror on Craig's face. It was only then that Paige realized she was levitating in midair. She screamed, and so did Craig, and dropped back firmly into her seat. Craig ran as if he had just seen a ghost, and Paige was left there crying her eyes out.
Like a disgusting epidemic, the news of a flying girl spread through town after town after town. But still, even after this happening, the adults at the orphanage couldn't fathom the thought of 13-year old Paige Baker having the ability to fly. But even worse, Paige couldn't even go to the bathroom in peace without being closely watched. One day, she knew, she would meet someone just like her, and they could live in peace with their differences.
It was in the early month of October when Paige was around ten, she realized she was different. She was sitting under a tree crying her eyes out because the adults had told her it was time for a nap, and she didn't want one. Ally, a social worker Paige had despised since she couldn't remember, approached her under the tree. Ally explained that if Paige continued to throw tantrums, no one would ever want to adopt a selfish child who only cared of herself. "You'll be here until the day you die, and no one will want you," She taunted harshly. Paige was furious. She became so mad that she imagined Ally disintegrating into small tiny specks of dust that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. Ally immediately stopped talking. Paige stopped crying. Ally looked as if she had just been tranquilized, and started to become harder and harder to see. Her face was like a ghost's, and soon enough, her body crumbled into little specks of dust and was blown away by the chilly October winds.
The disappearance of the L.A. social worker spread like a disease. No one knew about the happening under the tree except Paige. The adults at the orphanage were reluctant to believe that a ten year old could kill a 30- year old social worker, but were still very suspicious of her. Paige Baker became the new problem child at the Los Angeles orphanage.
But this wasn't the only strange thing that had happened to her. There was another time, when she was thirteen. Paige had been dating a boy named Craig Walter in grade school. One night, Craig had taken Paige out to see a movie. They were happily watching "Return of The Dead: Part II" when Craig leaned in to kiss her. The kiss sent a rush of pure joy throughout her body that she felt herself slowly rising off the seat. She felt as if she was flying. She opened her eyes to find a look of pure terror on Craig's face. It was only then that Paige realized she was levitating in midair. She screamed, and so did Craig, and dropped back firmly into her seat. Craig ran as if he had just seen a ghost, and Paige was left there crying her eyes out.
Like a disgusting epidemic, the news of a flying girl spread through town after town after town. But still, even after this happening, the adults at the orphanage couldn't fathom the thought of 13-year old Paige Baker having the ability to fly. But even worse, Paige couldn't even go to the bathroom in peace without being closely watched. One day, she knew, she would meet someone just like her, and they could live in peace with their differences.