Wut up.

So I'm sorry I havn't made a chapter in a while, but I'm busy with school and such. So here it goes!

So. The plan.

Step uno: Get the hell away from the School. Step 2….I'll think of it later.

We were flying along, Cove trying to bet Sliver he couldn't swoop down and get that penny that he had just threw. "You cannot!" Cove said. "Uh, yeah I can." Sliver rolled his eyes. Cove stuck out his tongue. "Wow." Sliver said sarcastically. I shook my head at them, and they quit arguing. Twist was flying along side me, a frown on her face. I knew what she was thinking of. Well, make that who.

My pale little friend was thinking of Saffy and Hedgehog, the two bird kids that had been taken away and we had never seen them again. Saffy was a sweet girl of nine, with huge sapphire-blue eyes and long red hair. Hedgehog was a little boy who was around 8 (he always protested he was "8 and a half") with spiky brown hair, earning him his name. He and Clover had seemed to get along before they had taken him, along with Saffy.

I sighed deeply, my black and white wings pumping without me even thinking about it. I felt a little tug on my ankle. I knew that touch. "Yeah, Clover?" I asked softly, slowing my strokes so she could catch up to me. Her big, deep green eyes were wide as she motioned down to a cluster of lights that were bright in the dark sky. I felt my heart twinge with sympathy. "Ok." I angled my wings so I lost altitude quickly. "Zero? What're we doin'?" I heard Cove ask as he immediately followed me, his sandy wings swooping. "We're gonna find a place to sleep, that's what." He frowned but nodded. With a wicked grin he folded his wings and dropped down below, whooping in excitement. Sliver shot me a look before following him, a small grin on his face. I turned to see Clover, my delicate little baby, diving down also, pirouetting gracefully in the air like a ballerina. I sighed and, looking at Twist, also folded my wings in tight, heading down headfirst.

I'm looking for a 7-letter word to describe flying. How about….Awesome?

The wind whipped at my face, my pitch-black hair flying around me like vine tendrils. I laughed as I spiraled downward. I closed my eyes, enjoying the thrill of the moment. Then I realized I might be hitting the ground soon. My blue eyes snapped open, and I flapped a couple of times to land in a dark parking lot. Hmm. Sketchy. Cove and Sliver had already landed, and had already gotten into a fight. "Guys, guys…" I said, playing peacemaker. Clover and Twist landed, Twist having to grab a car for support as her permanently twisted ankle gave her trouble with the sudden strain. Clover hugged her gently. Cove glared at both me and Sliver. "Dude. Seriously. There is no way that there could be a cross between an antelope and a crocodile. The crock would eat the freakin' antelope before they even…" I made a hushing gesture. Sliver stifled a laugh. Cove shot him the bird. I rolled my eyes. "Ok. Enough." I turned to Twist and Clover, who were leaning against a nice-looking yellow Porsche. "People, scan your surroundings." We had learned to be cautionary after spending our whole lives at the School. I checked out the west side of the parking lot. Eh. Dirty. Cold. Wide open spaces. Not exactly the ideal place. "Let's get outta here…" Twist hissed, obviously hearing something. I made the gesture for "hit the ground" and we all did. I myself hid behind a garbage can, being the dignified person I am. A bunch of rough-looking guys came in, jumping the wire fence and laughing like idiots. They hung out for a while, then finally left. I gave an "all-clear" sign after waiting a few minutes. Cove came out from under a car, groaning. "Ugh. There was an oil spill right above me." Clover grimaced as she wrung out her plain white t-shirt, some water on it. "I had to hid behind a garbage can, don't complain." I grumbled, heading out. "This way." I motioned to the right, pretending I knew what I was doing. I think Sliver knew I had no idea. "Go this way." He said casually, heading left and over to an empty restaurant. Locked, of course. But hey, he could pick any lock. As long as he had something to pick it with. "Here." Twist flicked him a bobby pin from her hair. The whitecoats at the School always made us keep our hair up, so we had plenty of those. I was a bit peeved that everyone followed Sliver without thinking twice, when I was the oldest, I could fly the best, I was basically the unofficial leader. But just because he was Sliver, they followed him.

I stood off to the side, my hands shoved into my baggy, Goodwill jeans. Clover was playing with a puddle. That kid can keep herself amused with a freakin' spoon for seven hours. "Ta-daa." The door swung open, and Sliver gave a wide gesture to the inside. Cove would have smiled except for the fact that he was in a bad mood. I think all of us were.