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Feathers. That's what I saw. Lots of feathers.

Feathers of brown, black, and white all surrounded me. Everywhere in the air. When I moved my arms, I felt them push against me.

I looked around, before taking a huge gulp of air. Suddenly, I was chocking. The feathers filled my lungs, my airways. Sticking to the insides of my throat. I started panicking, scratching my throat and trying to swallow them. And my vision began to get black spots.

So this how I was going to die. Death by feathers! I would get suffocated by feathers.

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A dream. That's all it was. A dream. I was safe. I wasn't really chocking! I was still in my bed. Pushing off the covers, I felt a rush of cold air sweep against my bare skin. I looked outside.

Yes! It was snowing! I mentally jumped around, giggling like a girl in my head. Woohoo! No school!

I am so happy. Why? Because I didn't do my English homework. Pathetic, right?

All of a sudden, my back exploded into a itching frenzy. I grit my teeth and tried to suppress my urge to itch it. If I itched it, it would last longer and become more itchy.

Trying to ignore the annoying sensation on my back, I slipped a large tee-shirt over the tank-top I had slept in. I shivered. It was really cold.

I headed downstairs, only to be attacked by three people.

Can you guess who? If you guessed Fang, Iggy, and Nudge, congratulations!

"How the hell did you guys get into my house?!" I shrieked.

"I live right next door, Blondie. And your parents let us in. They told me to tell you that they're gone for the week for a business trip. And that we're welcome to accompany you," Fang explained, grinning like an idiot.

Great. My one, snowy break was going to be destroyed by these three nimwits.

I sighed. "Fine, but you're cooking breakfast!" I yelled as I went back up the stairs to tame my bird-nest of a head.

When I came back down, a huge stack of pancakes lay on the table and the three were happily eating.

"How did you cook so quickly?!" I demanded at Fang.

"I can't take the credit. It was Igs."

"Iggy? But you're blind!" I argued to Iggy. He shrugged.

"Really? I hadn't noticed!" Iggy exclaimed sarcastically.

"Iggy is blind but he's a really great cook. He is the cooker-upper whenever we get together. You should try his Death-By-Chocolate cake! Its delicious. And hey… why do you have that constipated look on your face?" Nudge rambled. A whole day….with this talking?

"My back just itches," I told her. "I'm trying not to itch, it would itch even more if I did," I explained, shoving a huge bite of a pancake into my mouth. "Hey, these are really good!"

Fang, Iggy, and Nudge all just looked at each other. "What?" I asked. The room had gotten quiet.

"So…. What do you guys want to do today?" Iggy asked, breaking the silence.

"Well, since you guys busted into my house, I guess you decide," I reasoned. I really wasn't in the mood to properly host these people.

"Ooh, can we watch a movie? Or do each other's nails! I should do your make-up…" Nudge trailed off.

"Nudge, not everyone here is female," Fang said with a horror-stricken face. "Let's do something that *all* genders can participate in."

"Uhh… we can paint my room? It still isn't painted," I offered. My room had been incomplete ever since I moved here. I haven't had the time to paint it.

"Sure!" Nudge exclaimed. "Can we do it purple? Or pink! What about pink. No! Pink AND purple!"

"I'm ok with that," Fang nodded.

"Yes, let's paint! Give the blind guy a paint brush!" Iggy joked. "But sure!"

"I didn't really buy the paints yet. Who drives a car?" I asked. "We can go to Home-Depot."

"We can take my car. Its parked out front of my house," Fang offered. I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't think I could drive safely in such horrid weather.

"Alright, let me get dressed warmly and then we can go. Now shoo! Out!" I told them, waving my hand towards the door.

"Maybe I should stay and help you get dressed…" Fang said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I shoved him towards the door. "OUT."

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"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!" Nudge sang at the top of her lungs as we drove. The snow outside was falling heavily.

"Nudge! I'm blind, not deaf!" Iggy protested, covering his ears.

"Want a different song? Ok! Rudolf the red nose reindeer…. had a very shiny nose!" Nudge began.

After a painful 40 minutes (the snow made the traffic slow) to the nearest Home-Depot, I practically jumped out of the car, not being able to stand the confinement and singing any longer. And my back still itched like hell.

"Alright! So what colors should I choose?" I asked when we finally stood in front of the wall with all the different color swatches of paint.

Nudge moved quickly, in a blur, picking up different swatches of color. "These ones!" Nudge presented.

"Nudge…. There are seven different colors. And they're all some shade of purple or pink," I told her slowly. Fang just stared at the colors with disgust.

"Exactly!"

"Uhh….what about these two?" I asked, presenting a dark blue swatch and a light blue one.

"I hate how I'm the only one who can't have a say in these things!" Iggy protested, looking frustrated.

I winced. "I'm sorry Igs. Don't worry, we will be out of here soon," I said gently.

"I like those colors," Fang nodded. "Let's go buy some brushes and leave."

"What?! But they're so…. Boyish!" Nudge exclaimed, looking at the colors with horror.

"Exactly!" I cheered, parroting her exact words and tone. "Common, let's go buy those brushes."

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"HAHAHA! I got you Fang!" Nudge laughed evilly, pointing at the large splatter of paint on his black shirt. He scowled.

Just then, I felt a splatter of paint hit my face.

"YES! Bullseye!" Iggy exclaimed, holding his hands up in victory. Even the blind guy could aim well.

Let me explain what happened. After a long drive home, we started painting the bare walls of my room.

It was all peaceful and ok for about ten minutes. Until I accidentally splattered Fang with my brush. After that all four of us had gone into the paint wars, splattering both each other and the walls.

"Wait, guys, WAIT!" I yelled, putting my hands up as a signal for them to stop. Everyone froze.

"Don't do anything else! It looks perfect!" I announced, pointing at the walls. Nudge and Fang turned to look.

"Oh yeah… it looks perfect! It looks awesome! Look at all the dark and light blue splatters! You're right Max, it does look cool! I should do my room like this… but with pink and purple!" Nudge shrieked, jumping up and down.

All of a sudden, I felt a huge burst of pain explode from my back. I dropped my brush, eyes wide open.

As soon as I could think properly, I ran to the bathroom. Bright lights flashes behind my eyes. I felt dizzy. I felt like dying.

"Max? MAX?" I heard Fang yell. But I ignored him, the pain too great.

Gasping and trying not to shriek in pain, I looked at myself in the mirror.

My eyes.

My eyes were no longer the boring brown color that I always had. The iris was a fierce yellow, and looked piercing. The iris was circled with a bold black circle. In the middle, near my pupil, the yellow color looked white.

Another flash of pain erupted from my back. Gritting my teeth, I yanked off my shirt.

I nearly died from the shock. The eyes were one thing. But this was ten million times more astonishing.

Wet and soggy with blood two tiny limbs, no more than 6-7 inches in length, protruded from my back.

Wings.