Bow Ties
Chapter 1
Mornings are fun in la vida de Bandit. I wake up pretty late in my cozy used-to-be-closet, almost around eleven in the morning, and after getting ready, that's when the fun starts. See, I live with my family, in a building that's a diner downstairs and a home upstairs, not including the roof that doubles as my playground. More on that later, though.
After getting ready, I like taking a quick flight, although Momma doesn't really appreciate me going to far from home... Yes, I do have wings, by the way. Don't you?
I rose through the clear blue sky, the sun gleaming on my wings. After a small, spontanious laugh, I tucked my wings in and dove down. Really fast. In doing this, I acheived the great fun of almost splatting against the roof. I didn't though, spreading my wings so they'd pull me back, letting me land on top of the couch outside. I laughed. So much fun!
"Hey, Bo? Why don't you come on inside already, I'll make ya some breakfast." I raised myself to sit up, and smiled heartily at Momma. Stomach growling on time, I headed over to the roof's door, where Momma stood, and went inside.
"What're we having today, Momma?" I asked her. My creamy, striped wings tucked themselves in, and she smiled.
"You're fifteen and you're still calling me Momma. Aren't you adorable, you little clutz, you," She laughed. "Mark's making pancakes for us."
Oh, pancakes! I took a long jump, landing at the end of the stairs, and raced into the kitchen, almost tripping along the way.
...I guess I should insert some explanation here, right? Well, if you're confused about me having a mother and a father, don't be. They aren't really my family. See, Momma, or April, was the one that caught me stealing, and after a long, needed talk, she decided to take me in. I learned that they only helped out at conventions when they came to Arizona, and after that they ran a diner.
Momma was more curved, and she always wore dresses and some kind of odd peice of jewelry. Her hair was dirty blonde, and her skin was light. Dad, or Mark, was the kind of guy that looked like he knew everything. He was a nerd, he built things for the conventions, but he knew how to cook. He had black hair, and actually had a tan from all the time spent on the roof making things.
Now, me. If you took a look at me, you would think that maybe there were hidden genes, and that was why I didn't really resemble my 'parents'. I have dark brown hair, and it's sorta short and choppy because it's easier to manage. My skin is a little tan, only because I like to go flying in the middle of summer. My clothes consist of usual button up dress shirts(with the sleeves pulled up), the same brown scrappy bow tie, darks shorts and shoes, and i really like wearing fingerless leather gloves and goggles. It's fun.
And my wings? They're really long, strong, and super soft. They're a creamy grey on both sides, with lots of dark brown splotches and stripes on them. Momma said they were like an owl she saw once... What was it? Ah, yes, a barred owl. Mark said they were super cool.
Point being, I loved my life. There was never anything coming after me anymore, there wasn't anymore torturing, and I was freed from the awful rubbing alcohol scent that I used to know. No, none of that was in my life anymore. I was just a weird girl that liked to wear weird clothes and just happened to have wings and some perks.
End of story.
...Or, it was until I accidently met six other people that day.