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When you live a crappy life like mine, you tend to think of crappy days as good days, and bullshit ones as bad days. 

Okay, let's back up a bit. I'm part of the Icarus Experiment. I escaped from the School 6 weeks ago, along with my friends, the other members of the flock. The other bird-animal kids.

Our youngest is Phoenix, who has a mop of red hair and is absolutely the cutest. She's Fire's little sister biologically, but sometimes it seems like she's everyone's little sister. Like the rest of us, she has magic, but her specialty is turning things into other things. She's 9, like Moon.


Moon's the second youngest. Her specialty is clairvoyance, which is helpful when we're escaping from Whitecoats. She also likes using her special voice, the one that can control people, to puppeteer Erasers into walking into things. She's scary, but she's also almost like Phoenix's twin.

Me, Fire, Dragon and Owl are all 10.
Owl is the smartest out of all of us, and her specialty is seeing in the dark, while Dragon's is making people fly in the air and drop down. Fire's the chess master and the one who can set people on fire.
And me?
I'm Icarus, the leader because I was named after the experiment. I can summon objects.
All sorts of objects.

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Today was normal. We woke up in Brighton, England, in the darkest alley way we could find, at around 7 o'clock, when my watch shift finished. Owl, who looks the most normal out of all of us, went down to the Tube to collect enough money to pay for our breakfast, we ate it, and we flew off. 

Because, you see, we have to keep moving.
Always.
Or the Whitecoats will find us. 

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