My name is Heidi, and I'm currently fifteen. I live with my foster parents at the edge of London.
They were kind enough to give me my own workshop and room. My workshop is huge, with burnished desks lining the perimetre of the room, usually with wood pieces and abandoned scraps of wood and metal scattered all around. In the corner of the room, where the desks don't extend that far, there''s a little alcove, which is where I make music.
I looked in the mirror, glancing at the blonde-haired, green eyed person staring back at me. Right now my eyes are green, but they change depending on my mood.
Did I mention I also have wings? Well... I have wings. Deal with it. I wasn't born with them. I remember getting my wings when I was eight, merely a baby in angel years. I still laugh at that bittersweet memory.
The blonde girl with green eyes staring right back at me. Pain painted my face.
At first, I didn't know what was going on. I didn't know why there was a searing pain in my back, causing my knees to buckle in pain.
To say I was scared was an understatement... I was terrified.
I stood in front of the mirror, watching little buds grow on my back. I gazed at them, terrified, but admiring at the same time. They were beautiful, graceful, maybe even perfect, and they still are. No matter how long I stared at the little buds on my back, I was still captivated, my eyes opened as wide as the could possibly go. I was simply in awe by the beauty it possessed. How could something so beautiful grow on my back? I was just an ordinary girl, wasn't I?
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Give Me Love
FanfictionA teenaged girl is basically a cupid. Life is going normal till she meets as special schoolboy. It says in the book of rules that no Love angel is allowed to love something. Should she break the rules? Is tasting love worth losing your wings?