☁︎Wings☁︎

☁️First Day☁️

"Ugh.."

I roll out of bed and flop on the floor. My large, leathery wings stretch out and touch the ceiling.

 The alarm on my nightstand is going off, but I really couldn't care less. 

My hair is in a knotted mess, all tangled and full of split ends. Its maroon hue is making my eyes sore. It flops in front of my eyes, and I push it out of the way.

Today is my first day at UA high school. I'm class 1-A, the hero course. I don't want to be a hero. Lending a helping hand is not one of my strongest characteristics. I'd much prefer hacking people online or kicking around little kids.

My tail lifts and starts wagging. Sometimes, I think it has a mind of its own. Spiky, blood-red scales cover it, and my long thick appendage ends in a razor-sharp spike. It's laced with almost lethal venom. The tip shoots down and stabs me in the back. A stinging sensation remains. The poison doesn't affect me in any way, since it is mine.

"I'm up, I'm up! Jeez.."

I push myself up on my knees and stand up slowly, exhausted. I stayed up all night planning my entrance for my first day, but I never decided on anything. 

My wings fold in and I walk downstairs to make some breakfast. I grab a bowl and some cereal, not hungry for much else. I sit down and start eating my breakfast dry, completely forgetting to pour some milk into the bowl.

I look up and the scorch marks on the wall ahead of me. I choose to live in a small house, even though I gained a hefty inheritance of money plus a rather large mansion from my parents after they died.

Flashback

"Again, again!"

I watch my mother transform into a snake and slither around me in circles.

I giggle and squeal. As a four-year-old, seeing snakes should scare me, but I find them quite interesting, especially since I've grown up around them all the time. My father is leaning in the doorway, chuckling. He's holding a cigarette in his mouth, and he lights it with his finger. My mother retransforms into a person.

"Shobuto, you know what we said about smoking in the house or around Yakeni."

"I know dear.. but you know I haven't had one in a while."

"Please? If you're going to, at least go outside."

"Alright, Fukusugi."

He walks outside. He puffs, and I watch him as he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, smoke curling up into the night sky like smooth grey silk. I feel entranced. 

As I part my lips to ask my mom what he was doing, a breath of flame shoots out of my mouth. I can't control it. The only thing I can think to do is close my mouth, which burns my tongue.

My mother stares in shock. I start screaming in pain as a pair of tiny horns on my head, small wings on my back, and a scaly tail on my backside grows in. Smoke starts pouring out of my nose and my stomach feels like it's burning.

I whimper, standing very still. The pain is almost too much to bear and I feel incredibly sleepy. I fall over, unconscious.