Hazel POV
It's official. I love flying. It's like… Actually it's practically impossible to describe. All I can say is that it makes me feel free and light.
The wind blew through my hair and the chestnut strands constantly smacked me in the face. The blonde kid, the one who looked about 8, wouldn't stop staring at me. The oldest girl, Max told me everyone's names, but I got them confused. This kid is Fang or Gazzy.
We've been flying for a while, and I'm starting to feel tired. There's some black shapes in the distance that I think are birds, but as we get closer, I see they are too clumsy to be birds. Please no, Please don't be…of course. They have to be flying erasers, because this is my life, right?
We fight them off, and only sustain minor injuries, YAY! Well that's what we all thought until the quiet guy (oh, he's Fang) fell out of the sky, his scarlet blood lingering in the air a little longer than him. We flew down after Max and landed on a beach, the ocean slapping the sand in the quiet of the early morning.
Us younger kids walked away from the unconscious Fang, and used Gazzy's pocketknife to tear up one of Angel's old shirts. I got the feeling it had once been white, but same as the white dress I had escaped in, it was covered in dirt and blood, so much I could barely tell what color it had been.
Max was leaning on Fang's chest, using the shirt we had cut up to try and stop the bleeding, and the blind guy was elevating his feet. I studied the scene, somehow one step removed from what was happening. The blood was still steadily flowing despite Max's and Iggy's attempts to stop it. Fang's face was pale. If we didn't find a better way to stop the bleeding, Fang would lose too much blood for anyone to fix.
Just then, I cocked my head to the side. Faint footsteps, which I had paid no attention to earlier, were steadily drawing closer.
"Someone's coming!" the little girl, Angel, announced a second before I could. Her senses must be better than mine, and my special talent was my incredibly enhanced senses. I looked up from the scraps of T-shirt to see a middle aged man wearing a matching gray long-sleeved shirt and pants, with two white wires dangling from his ears. They connected into a bright green device the size of my palm.
"What are you kids doing?" I scooted back and glanced at Max nervously. "What happened to him?" The man said, looking at Fang's unconscious form.
"Umm... no, we're fine." Max tried to protest, but the man ignored her.
"Hey 911, yeah there's this kid here…his side is like sliced opened… Pononmo Beach…yeah, 5 minutes." She touched the screen of his device and turned to us. "O.K. the EMTs are gonna be here in a few minutes. You just hang tight, okay?"
With that, he continued on his morning jog.
Oh yeah, I am in an updatey mood today! You know what would put me in an even more updatey mood?
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