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3.Nick
I stared out of the window of the plane. I still couldn't believe it. We were moving. I'd lived in California all my life. Now we were moving to England. Someone had called Mom, said something. She has answered back:
'What? No. You think they all know? It's a long way from California to Alaska. England? Maybe tomorrow. Yep, fine. Goodbye.'
I had emerged when she finished. And asked who it was. Now I cursed my stupidity. Letting her know I had overheard that conversation probably wasn't a good idea. Now we were on the way to England. Again I wondered if I should have stayed behind, refused to get on the plane. Well it was too late for that now.
At least we had brought Snowy with us, my little fluff ball. She is a year old Maltese. You know those little white dogs with the long silky hair? Like her name suggests, she's white.
Anyway. I'm Nick; twelve years old. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm slightly tall for my age. Did I want to go to England? No. Do I want to leave California? Also no.
Plus, I don't like planes. I like flying, just not in little shaky tin cabins kilometres up in the air is not cool. But at least if anything happened to the plane I'd be fine. See, I have wings. They're twelve feet across, bronze with tan and cream streaks. My hair has bronze and tan streaks. I can fly.
The plane rattled and shook from turbulence. I grasped the arms of the seat until my knuckles went white and resisted the urge to jump out the emergency door and fly back home.
"It's ok Nick, its ok." Soothed Mom.
I shuddered again and took a longing look at the exit. We would touch down in Alaska in half an hour. Alaska. Suddenly a plan half-formed in my mind.
"Nick." Warned Dad, as he saw my furtive glance towards the door.
I could guess what they were thinking. I'd argued all the way to the airport. I'd wanted to island hop, and fly to England. Mom had said no, because she thought it would be too dangerous. But I could guess that was only half the reason. She thought I might go to Alaska and try and find another bird kid, whom I now know is there. A memory stirred in my mind. Asking Mom about Juneau for a school project. She had frozen, gaped, and asked suspiciously.
"Who do you know in Juneau?"
I knew it was where they'd be, if anywhere. Call it flock instinct.
"Mom, when we stop at Alaska, can I go for a quick walk, I'm getting nervous."
"Maybe, if they let you."
I gaped as we landed, my stomach dropped and I felt sick.
"Sir," I said to a passing steward, "can I please go for a quick walk? I don't like flying."
"Off the plane?" said the steward sarcastically.
"Please, I think I'm going to be sick."
"Fine," scowled the steward, "but if you're not back in five minutes, we'll leave without you."
"Nick, just stay here." Started Mom.
"Mom, I'll be fine. I'll be straight back."
"Nick, do as your mother tells you."
Not for the first time I looked at my Dad in dislike. He's tall, with brown hair, and wears tinted glasses.
I ignored him and started walking. I jumped down the steps and tricked my way back into the main building. I checked behind me, and saw Dad flash something at the guards. Soundlessly they moved back. I heard someone say, "security clearance."
What? My Dad's a dentist. That's bad, very bad. I dodged through the clouds, putting as much distance between us as I could. It wasn't as crowded as I would have liked, I saw a clock, which read 10pm.
I finally got to the exit and heard Dad yelling my name. I snapped my wings out and leapt into the air, I hovered a few metres off the ground and said softly,
"Why?"
I don't think he heard me. But then he yelled out.
"NICK! You don't understand! You don't need to find them. It's their fate, not yours! NICK! COME BACK!"
I kept flying. It was freezing up this high. But I needed to get to Juneau. Something told me to go west, so I went west.
After about half an hour I was shaking from cold and exhaustion. I'd never flown this far before. I sighed and headed to land. I needed to find food and a good jumper before I could go any further. I wouldn't be any help dead. I hoped I was right about all this. If I was wrong, then I would be homeless. Mom would want to come back for me. Dad wouldn't.
I saw the lights of a servo, too my right and glided down towards it. I saw an abandoned parking lot and aimed for it. I hit the ground and ran for a bit. I slowed down and tried to even my breathing before walking into the servo.
I decided to try and pick up a cheap bag for 15 and about 20 worth of food. I felt in my pocked. I pulled out a hundred bucks.
If I spent 35 now, I could get enough food to last me almost three days. Then I would have 65 left. That wouldn't last me much longer.
In the end I picked up a shoulder bag for 12 and a few cans of food, some beef jerky, powdered milk and a tiny tin of hot chocolate and a little billy for 23.
I was still freezing, even though the servo was heated, so I bought myself a hot chocolate.
On the way out I spotted a charity bin. I sighed. It was the cheapest way to pick up a good jumper. I had a good coat, but it wasn't quite made for these temperatures.
I crossed my fingers. If I were lucky, I would find a good, warm jumper that was clean and fitted okay. If I were unlucky, I would find a homeless bum.
I found a blue jumper that fitted ok. I found a knife in a gutter and cut slits in the back for my wings before slipping it on. I dropped the knife as soon as I'd finished with it. It had probably been used for a murder or something. I shuddered. I heard something flying overhead. It sounded big and heavy. With my hawk-like sight, I could see it had wings. It was wearing shoes. Or now, I could say, they.
I froze in the gutter and waited for them to get further ahead, so I could keep them in my vision without them realizing they were being followed.
They were lagging, as though they were carrying something heavy. I could keep up easily, so I guessed I could get away fast, so I wasn't too worried. Then a dog started barking. I realized it was what they were carrying.
I heard a voice say. "What's wrong?"
From the voice I'd say it's a guy, and definitely from Alaska. I still followed. Then he turned around, rocketed to the ground, I saw him leave a dark shape there, and rose fast, at an angle, angling towards me.
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