A/N: Hey I decided to write this little story because it popped in my head and felt it needed to be written. It's not going to be a big ass story with like 30 chappies but it will be like 10 chappies long so RRE
Disclaimer: I do not own JP's work
It is cold out today. It might have something to do with the fact that it's November here in
Washington. I have been traveling for a couple hours now and it looked like it was about to
snow so Im going to have to stop. Im sorry, I am Mark. Im 17 years old, my hair is a crimson red
and so are my wings, my eyes are a light blue color. Oh Im sorry did I mention I have wings.
Yeah Im a mutant experiment that escaped from my dog cage back in South Carolina about three
years ago.
I looked down and saw my house that I had bought a couple years back. I landed and went
inside. I opened my bedroom door and plopped down on the bed. I layed awake for a couple
minutes and then drifted off to sleep. The next day I would start school.
1 day later
I got up and got on my clothes that I pulled from the closet. I had to put on clothes that
hid my wings completely because if I didn't someone could find out. I got my school bag and
caught the bus to school. I would ride the bus to school and then walk home.
God I hate the bus. One because it is so noisy especially to my ultra-sensitive hearing.
The next reason is because all the girls at my high school know me from last year and they are
all smitten by me. So the whole ride to school was littered by " Hi Mark, Nice to see you again."
The only sincere and non- flirty hello was from my best friend , Samantha. She was the
only person in the whole world that I could trust. She was the only one I could trust with my
secret.
I plopped down next to her and said, " Hey Sam how was your summer?" God she is
beautiful with her bright blue eyes and wavy brown hair that goes to her shoulders.
She looked up at me from her Ipod and said, " Oh nothing just went on a cruise with my
family. Did you travel to anywhere special? I mean cuz you obviously traveled I mean your
you." I wasn't listening to her completely, I was still trying to take in her beauty and with that I
remembered how we met.
Flashback:
It was a year ago when I had just moved in to my house her and her jackass boyfriend
were by a park bench not too far from my house. Her boyfriend was trying to strip her down so
that he could rape her and had his hand over her mouth. She bit his hand and started yelling at
the top of her lungs. I was flying overhead and saw this . Being the good guy that I am I swooped
down and knocked the guy off of her sending him flying into next Tuesday. She got up off the
bench and looked at me and my still outstretched wings. She thought I was an angel. She hugged
me and said over and over again " Thank You."
A couple weeks later she saw me in school and invited me over for dinner a week after
that I explained to her how I got my wings and from then on she was my best friend and I've
loved her ever since.
"Hello. Is anyone in there" I looked up and she was waving her hand in front of my face.
" Yeah sorry I was just thinking about how we met." I said knowing I could tell her the truth.
" Oh well that is a good story." She said on the verge of tears. She always cried when she
started to think of that story. We left it at that and waited for the bus to arrive at school.