When my parents came home, I ate dinner, and told them I was going out for a fly. I went up to my room, changed into black, and flew out of my window
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I flew to my normal place, where my parents planted an magnolia tree. It was in full bloom and the petals were flying down off the cliff. But it was different this time, but I just don't know why.
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I flew back home, into my bedroom and changed into my pyjamas. I told my parents I'm back and tried to get to sleep, but, I couldn't. The thing I sensed on DAN was bugging me. He couldn't be like me though, I was an experiment, but maybe... no.
I might actually like him, but I hardly know him, but his cute little brown eyes his sexy smirk, I just can't control myself. I feel like I'm someone around him, but I just can't get my finger around why he's different from the others.
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I went home to knock for Dan the next day, so we could walk to school together, but it turns out he went to school without me. So I was walking to school by myself like any other day so I looked at the sky, I saw something with wings in the sky. It was too big to be a bird and it was too fast to be a plane, but it was something. It wasn't the erasers, they haven't come for me since they killed off the other avian hybrids. But I doubt it.
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When the bell rang for first period I couldn't see Dan anywhere, he wasn't in register sitting next to me. I worry about him, what if something's happened to him?
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I got to art, and it turns out he was there waiting for me in the empty seat next to mine.
"Hey Dan! Where were you?" I asked
"I forgot something at my house and I had to fl- walk back home to get it *cough* pencil case *cough*, but as I got back into school the bell rang for first period, so I made my way to art and Mrs Ibsen let me in so I sat in this seat next to yours, if that's okay with you?" Dan replied happily
"Sure, I mean it's nice having a friend around ^_^" I said as Mrs Ibsen was about to start the lesson. I wasn't the best drawer, but I was good, but Dan was better, and when I say better, I mean he was amazing! His work was the most detailed I've ever seen. Mrs Ibsen was impressed at the picture he drew. It was a person with wings standing on a tree with a sword waiting for something, but really the tree was on a cliff and looked like the tree that my parents planted, but that wasn't it. There was a boy under the tree sitting down that looked like me. It might've been a coincidence, but it made me feel unsafe and suspicious.
