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I stayed in the air for almost half an hour, even though it would have taken me barely two minutes to get home. It was just such a beautiful day, you know?
When I finally touched down outside my house, I saw Aunt Nudge's car in the driveway and groaned. I had been so looking forward to a nice, peaceful afternoon.
Dragging my feet, I slouched into the kitchen. Nudge was sitting at the table, eating a carton of ice cream. Uncle Iggy was sitting next to her. When the door creaked, he looked up. "Hey, Blade. How was your first day?"
I grinned at him. Even though he couldn't see it, he would hear it in my voice. "It was good. I'm going shopping tomorrow with a girl I met."
He smiled. "That's my Blade."
I was about to say something else, but then Nudge looked up and opened her mouth. "Hey Blade! How did your first day go? Did you make any new friends? See any cute boys? Got any plans? How were your classes? Are your teachers nice? Did they give you too much homework…" and on and on and on.
"Take a breath, Nudge," Ig suggested. She stopped for maybe half a second and inhaled loudly, then went right back to her interrogation. Iggy and I sat there patiently until her breath ran out.
"Yeah, everything was good," I said. "I'm gonna go fly around for a little while. Bye!"
I spun around and almost ran for the door, grabbing my iPod speakers on the way out.
I was barely two hundred feet in the air before Iggy caught up with me. "She had a Coke today," he said, by way of explanation.
"Ah," I said. Nudge had seemed very hyper today.
We coasted for a while, enjoying the feeling of just riding the warm air currents, blasting our music. But eventually Iggy had to leave—they only wanted to pay their babysitter for two hours. That's right, they have a kid! Her name is Carrie, and even I, the queen of little children haters, think she's adorable.
When Mom and Dad came home, I got the whole interrogation thing all over again. How was my day, did I make any new friends, yadda yadda yadda…
"Can I go to the mall with this girl I met?" I interrupted. Mom looked thrilled.
"Of course! Do you need me to take you guys, or—" And she was off and running. I swear, it was like Nudge had taken over her body.
"Her mom's gonna drive us," I said. "She'll be here at 10."
"Oh," Mom said. "Okay." She sounded a little hurt, and I sighed. She was just so moody lately.
"You can probably drive us, if you want," I said. "I'm sure Kate's mom isn't too thrilled about it anyway."
"No, honey, that's okay," she smiled. "Anyway, I just remembered that I've got a class then."
I sighed mentally. Whew! Crisis averted.
The next morning, I dressed quickly and sat by my front door until 10, when Kate's mom pulled up and beeped the horn. "Bye, Dad!" I yelled, yanking open the door and racing down the steps.
"See ya," Dad yelled back. I jumped into the minivan and pulled the door shut.
"Hey, Kate," I said. "Thanks for driving me, Mrs. Magner," I said.
"Oh, it's no problem, honey," she said, smiling. "So, if what I hear from Kate is true, your name is Blade Ride, and you have wings. Is that right?"
I smiled. I liked this woman. She wasn't overly pushy like so many other people I had met. "Yep," I said.
The ride to the mall took no time at all. When we got there, Mrs. Magner took off on her own, leaving me and Kate to fend for ourselves. We shopped for a good two hours, hitting every store. When we were done, both of us were staggering under the weight of our bags, and purple lines crisscrossed over our wrists from the bags.
On the drive home, we blasted music from the radio and sang at the top of our lungs. I was hard-pressed to remember ever having this much fun.
"Bye, Blade!" Kate yelled as I rolled open the door of the van and jumped out.
"See you Monday!" I said, yanking out my many bags and hauling them to my house. "Bye!"
They waited until I had gotten in the door, and then drove off with a cheerful little beep from the horn. I raced upstairs and dug through my bags, pulling out a pair of black Adidas pants and a bright pink racerback tank top. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and ran outside, leaping into the air and unfurling my wings with a snap. I rose high into the sky, until I could have been a bird. I carved through the air, executing sharp turns and midair flips. Pulling out my hair band, I shook my long blond hair loose and accelerated through the sky, tucking my hands to my chest and arcing my head to be as streamlined as possible.
After about three hours, I was sunburned, hot and starving. So I folded my wings and plummeted to the ground. This was always my favorite part. The long fall was much better than any roller coaster, and the wind whipping past me could always be counted on to cool you off after a long flight.
I fell for almost two thousand feet, before taking a deep breath and extended my wings. My freefall came to a quick and painful stop, as my wings yanked me out of gravity's reach.
My feet touched the ground, and I instinctively began running. But I had been going too fast, and before I had taken two steps, I fell on my face. Wincing slightly, I picked myself up and continued running to the house, and all the beautiful, wonderful food that was waiting for me there.
After I had piled together my huge lunch, I took my loot into the den to watch some TV. (Shhh! I'm not supposed to be in there with food.)
When my back touched the soft cloth of the cushy couch, I almost screamed in pain. Wincing, I peered over my shoulder and saw bright pink skin. It's scary when your skin is the same shade as your shirt.
I levered myself off the couch and was going to go find some aloe vera when I heard a car rumbling into our driveway. Frowning, I went to investigate. Mom and Dad wouldn't be back until later, and none of the Flock had called to say they were coming, and they usually did.
A blue convertible idled in the driveway while a man in a suit walked toward our door, carrying a briefcase. Hm. He didn't look so scary. Probably a salesman of some sort. The doorbell rang and I opened the door to tell him thanks, but we weren't interested.
I stumbled suddenly, over what, I wasn't sure. I felt a sharp pain in my head, and then everything went black.
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