A/N- YAY! I got 2 reviews. But I want more peoples. I need to know whether or not this is worth failing school for. I'm doing this during classes, and typing it up at home when I should be doing homework. But don't worry, I won't fail school.
Should I mention this is my first fanfic? :P hope you enjoy this chapter
4.Ariel
"Hey Sarah, what do we have next?" I called out to the dark haired girl just ahead of me. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, and without looking behind her, called out:
"Science."
I
sighed; science is weird for me. Maybe because I am science, maybe
because my science teacher would be most likely to work it out. My
heart beats slower, and my blood pressure is different.
I'm Ariel; I'm twelve years old. I have short, cropped red hair with tan streaks. My eyes change colour between green and grey. I live in New Zealand. I also have wings, and can fly. My wings are a reddy brown colour with tan highlights, and are eleven feet across.
I don't know why I have wings, except that I was experimented on.
Apparently, stress on apparently, Mum doesn't know why either. My dad died when I was eight. When I say died, I mean murdered. Police say he was killed in a tragic hunting accident. People, my dad's a vegetarian. So that was a lie, along with lots of other stuff.
Like how Mum's certain I'm the only kid with wings about. Total lie. I found all the information in Mum's safe when I was eleven. They (scientists) had combined our DNA with a birds DNA. They had been a few photos of successful attempts on mice.
They all had wings. And then there was a picture of a baby, with hawk eyes and a feathery face. And the words failure, printed across the photo in a red marker. Then the word that hurt too much to think about. Retired. That baby was dead, just because the scientists had stuffed up. It could have had a loving home, friends, and a family. A life. But no, they stuff it up, so they got rid of it.
"Ariel! Earth to Ariel!" said Sharna, waving her hand in front of my face.
I came back to reality. We were standing outside the science room. Science. I couldn't stand this. I had to talk to Flash.
Among Mum's other papers, I'd found information on four other bird kids. There had been nothing or there names or anything. It was just pictures, and location. And jotted down on the last one, a boy with white-blonde hair and light blue eyes; was a phone number in my Mum's writing. A few days after I had found it, and committed it to memory I rang it. Fred or Flash as I now know him, had answered.
We had talked for a bit, and I kept calling him. After a few weeks we told each other about our wings. We called each other once a month, sometimes sooner if we needed to talk to each other about something.
"Ariel, are you coming to my party on Saturday?" asked Sharna impatiently.
I somehow became aware that this was the third time she'd ask. They were looking at me in concern.
"Whatever." I managed to mumble.
I don't know what had gotten into me. I couldn't stand this. I had to talk to Flash. That was the one certain thing in my mind. I started running. I had to get away from here and talk to Flash. Something was going to happen. I was certain of it.
I heard my science teacher say; "where's she going?"
"I think she's bunking." Said Sharna gleefully.
I ignored both of them and kept running. I had 15 in my bag. After I called Flash I could stop at a coffee shop or something and get a drink. I pulled out my mobile and started dialing Flash's number. After four rings, he answered.
"Wassup?" he asked, sounding like he'd just woken up.
With the time distance it would be eleven at night in England.
"The others." I said. It was our name for the other three.
"Yeah?"
"We need to find them."
"How? Why?"
"I don't know. And I think it's going to start soon."
"I think I've…" Beep. Beep. Beep.
The line went dead. I sighed in exasperation and started redialing his number. Then froze. He could have been caught talking too me. My mobile started vibrating in my hand. It was playing rockin' robin. It was from Flash's mobile. I hesitated, and then pressed the green button. I coughed quietly to show I had answered. If it was still Flash, he wouldn't blame me for my caution.
"Hello? Who is this?" asked a voice, with a heavy American accent.
The line went dead again. Then I realized. He had an American accent. Flash's parents were British.
My heart went cold. The person in charge of our 'formation' had been an American called Mike Strawnd. (insert evil laugh thingy of your own:P)If the guy on the phone was who I thought it was, Flash was in BIG trouble. And so was I. If he knew about Flash, he would know who I was. He'd just have to look at the last received call list. And if it was him, he'd already know who I am, where I live. I have to get away from this spot. In 26 hours they would be here. Unless they were here already. They could be tracking my mobile; they would know all my friends. I dump truck drove past. In a sudden urge, I threw it into the tray. Hopefully that would get them off me. I still had to disappear.
Suddenly I wished I hadn't thrown it away. I should have waited to three thirty, and got Sharna to help me. I needed a way to get out of here. And soon.
Ten minutes later I was in a coffee shop, sipping at a hot chocolate when five men walked it. They were wearing black suits and dark sunglasses. Instantly alarm bells went off in my head. One of them bought an éclair, and wending their way through all the EMPTY tables, came and sat next to me. Well between me and the door. Two of them were staring at me, pretending to be looking at each other. But I could feel their eyes looking onto me.
Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I stayed put. If by some miracle, I made it out the door, it would be a race between me and a bunch of adults. I don't think that I could outrun them. Out fly them maybe, but then everyone would see my wings.
The shop owner finally started to notice the freaky men. She walked rather boldly up to them and said:
"Well, as you've finished that éclair, would you mind leaving? You're scaring…."
I think she was going to say customers. I'll never find out, because one of the men had pulled out a silenced handgun, and shot her between the eyes, without pausing to take aim.
The moment I had seen his sudden grab too his pocket, I had leapt too my feet, I dodged around my table and leapt over another. By the time the shop lady had fallen, I was halfway too the door. I heard the muffled thunks of the bullets, and saw the glass in front of me shatter. Amazingly, they had all missed.
I finally got to the door, with the men still halfway through the room. The first half I had seemed to cross in a millisecond; the other half took a year. I grasped the handle and turned it, dragging the heavy door open, and cursing my own slowness. If I could just get to my school. It was about to end for the day, I could merge with the other students, and I wasn't that far away. But I had to hope these guys weren't into mass murder. Not much of a hope.
A/N- I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapters much better. Oh yeah, I know I probably got everything wrong for the last chapter. I'm Australian. And I've never been on a plane. So yeah. Although I am pretty sure they wouldn't let random people get off a plane. Or stop in Alaska on the way to England. But he had to get to Alaska somehow or the story wouldn't work. Should have planned it better. Will do so next time. I WANT FOUR REVIEWS OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE NEXT CHAPTER. Pretty please? With sugar on top? And flying bird kids for friends? Or a virtual cookie?