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Damn, this hall's long. I just kept running down it. It was pure white, smelled like science, and had, I don't know, evil feel to it. I finally spotted the exit. I burst through it. A second later, I heard the unmistakable sound that meant the K9's were coming.
I ran through some trees, realizing this was the second time I had been outside. That's pretty sad. I unfurled my wings as I ran. Eleven feet long, pure white except for the tan tips at the edges. That's how I got my name….
"Snow! Focus!" My mind commanded.
One K9 snapped at my leg. I pulled it away but he still nicked me and it bled a little. I ignored the pain, it would heal soon anyway, and ran faster. Then came a cliff. "Yes!" I thought. I could make my getaway. Without hesitation, I ran and threw myself off the edge, straightening my wings as I did so.
I caught myself and glided on the wind. It felt…..amazing. I always dreamed about flying. It was better than I ever dreamed it would be. The K9's below roared with anger as I laughed and flew away. Away from my pain and suffering. To start a new life. And who better to find then people who were exactly like me?
The bird kids. The real question was how to find them. But since I was meant to kill the six bird kids, I was programmed with a GPS thing to find them. Convenient.
So anyway, I started in California, so I had to go…east? Or was it west? Give me a break, I never went to school. So I kept flying, kept going to where I would hopefully meet my new friends. I never had a friend before….yep, I'm officially pathetic.
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So I eventually got there. It was a giant house overlooking a huge cliff. It was beautiful. I landed in front of the porch. My senses tingled. This was definitely the place. I retracted my wings. Cautiously, I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door. And I just waited.
For about five minutes I waited until a girl of about eleven years old with caramel colored skin answered the door. She was pretty. She looked at me with wonder. "Who are you?" She asked.
"Ummmmm…" I mumbled.
A tough looking girl of fourteen years of age came up. She had a leaderlike quality about her. She had golden streaked brown hair. She was taller than me, about five foot nine. I'm five foot six. She glared at me. Somehow, this gave me the courage to speak.
"I need to talk to you," I said.
She narrowed her eyes. "About what? Why should I listen to you?"
In response, I extended my wings, all eleven feet of them.