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Chapter 2:

I groaned. My head hurt. I better not tell Mommy, Mommy will make it feel mush worse!

"Daddy! He's waking up!" I heard a boy scream, it sounded like a boy my age.

I forced my eyes to open and turned my gaze to the person that was standing beside me. It was a boy around my age. This boy did have some funny clothing, but not much. He was dressed in a baggy black shirt with baggy black pants. His eyes were pretty, like the sun, but scary like fire. The I noticed the shiny version of geezer hair . . .

I jumped up, "AHHHHHHH! KID WINGY!"

The boy jumped up as well. "AHHHHHH! KID MAN!"

We stared at each other for a moment longer, and then started screaming in unison.

Savan rushed in and was trying to calm us down. But to no avail. We were too frightened of each other. We didn't stop screaming.

"Savan? What in the world is going on here?" A woman wingy stepped into the room.

We both stopped screaming. The boy ran behind the woman wingys legs. I looked carefully on this new person. She had very shiny geezer hair, very shiny. She had the same eyes as the boy did. She looked very pretty and very nice. I liked her.

"You are pretty." I said without thinking.

The woman wingy had confusion written on her face as she looked to Savan, eyes going from him to then me. At the same time the boy came out from behind the lady and jumped on my bed.

"I know she pretty! I no think that she think she pretty." The boy said staring idly at his toes.

"Why?"

The boy shrugged and spoke, "How you know I'm a wingy?"

I answered, "Wingy said he was a wingy! Hey! Where wingy go!"

"First off, its wingly not wingy. And don't worry little one, I'm right here." Savan said, watching his wife leave.

I nodded my head. "I remember . . . Wingy Savan."

Savan gave a look of exasperation, "Wingly."

"Wingy."

"Wingly."

"Wingy."

"Wingly."

"Wingy?"

"Wingly!"

"Wingly?"

"Yes!" Savan left the room leaving us two boys alone.

The boy stared at me, "Wingy?"

"Wingly."

"Wingy."

"Wingly."

"Wingly?"

"Yeah!" I said as I fell back on the bed, the boy layed down net to me. "My name is Zeig. What's yours?"

"Lloyd."

"Lloyd?"

"Lloyd."

I giggled, "Wingly!" We burst into fits of laughter.

"Daddy said wingy wrong!" Lloyd choked out in-between giggles. "Grown-ups can't say any word right."

It took a while for us to settle down. Then we just laid there in silence. I hoped that Lloyd would be my friend, I liked him. And I never had a friend . . . unless those people who threw rocks at me counted as friends. I hoped not, that would mean those two I ran from were really my parents.

"Zeig? Are you Lloyd's friend?" Lloyd asked, taking me by surprise.

"Zeig is Lloyd's friend."

Lloyd yawned lazily, then looked toward me and wrinkled his nose, "Zeig need a bath.."

I looked in a mirror that I saw when I was screaming. Uh-oh, I did look dirty. My normally blonde hair was brown, my clothes and skin were in no better condition. "Yes . . . I need a bath."

He bounced off the bed, "Let's take a bath." Lloyd turned to me, making a face of disgust. "I hate baths . . . but Momma said it bath time." Lloyd padded out of the room, making a gesture that clearly meant follow me.

So . . . I followed.

About and hour later we emerged from the bathroom wearing little boxers. I looked amazing, I had just discovered how people stayed clean, Lloyd looked wet and miserable.

Lloyd started slipping on a fresh pair of his black pants, followed by his customary shirt. He turned to me after he was finished, "Zeig! What color is your favorite?"

I knew that answer. I had forced myself to like the color because that's the color I always saw after a whipping. "Red."

Lloyd nodded and threw and identical set of his clothes at me, only they were red instead of black. "Finally! I didn't want those!" I put my shirt on while he waited patiently for me to get dressed.

When I was finished, he grabbed me and dragged me to the door and handed me a pair of black boots, then grabbed a pair for himself. He then grabbed my hand and went out the door with me.

"Where are we going?" I asked, feeling slightly sick going in and out of the green bubbles.

"To meet other friend . . .well . . . she really strange though . . . Momma said to call her enemy . . . but she's the only one who play with us."

I blinked as I found myself at the edge of a forest, "She?"

Lloyd nodded and cupped his hands together, "Oi! Lenus! I got a new friend!"

Immediately there was a rustle in the bushes and another wingly girl stepped out. She had short shiny white hair too, wrapped in a black cloth. Her leotard was black and she wore black boots as well. She looked about our age.

The strange girl eyed me for a moment and then threw a punch at me, I blocked it. She smiled. " I like you. You can fight!" She took a step toward me, "My name is Lenus!"

I smiled as well, "Zeig Feld."

We shook hands and Lloyd clapped, "Now we have group.

Lenus' smile grew. It was a strange sight to see these friends, but it was a weird group. A boy wingly, a girl outcast wingly, and a human boy, all around five years old. However, the joy of having eachother around was enough to keep the city ablaze.

The three played all day long. Happiness was filling me. I was happy. I hoped we could stay friends forever, that way I could always keep this happiness with me.

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