Common
Song: Airplanes
Ella
I looked over at the Flock. They were spinning circles and loops in the pale cornflower blue sky. I wish that I could fly, that I was the one taken and beaten and given one of the greatest gifts of all - flight. My wings would be brown, flecked with black. And I'd fly far away, so far that no one could ever see me again. I would fly through the damp, lily-white clouds and dive lower than even the lowest ruddy brown mines. Then I'd get my chance. Then I'd get my time to shine. I'd be more than normal. I would be noticed, and people would envy me as I do the Flock. Maximum, the leader with powers unimaginable. Angel, with potential unrealized. Fang, Max's most loyal supporter. Dylan, who didn't even want to live anymore. He has clearly no idea how blessed he is. How special, unique he is. Why can't anyone ever stop to care about me? Is it all to have a mutation? Are we all just plain and common and dirty and forbidden? That is what the scorn of the mutants feels like, as we are being heaped up in piles to be left to rot alone. Nothing special, just more humans. "No!" I screamed aloud, catching concerned eyes. They peered at me with caution. But I couldn't stop myself now. Small, icy clear tears threw themselves down my face. But no winged human dared to confort me now. Because I'm not even important. Betrayal wouldn't matter. They would try to protect me, to preserve my normality. But why? Why can't I ever be special? Right now destructive feelings churned inside my head.
I am common.
I am unrealized.
I am regular.
And I hate it.