Feathers

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes to the sight of white fluffy clouds moving across the bright blue sky. Blades of grass tickled my skin as I used my elbows to push myself up into a sitting-up position.

I looked around to find myself in a field that was covered with wildflowers. The field was surrounded by trees that led into the deep woods.

I stood up and brushed myself off. There was a gentle breeze that made my curly brown hair blow with the wind.

Suddenly the wind grew stronger. Clouds began to form closer together, making the sky grow darker.

Before I knew it, lightning struck the ground. Making my hair blow hard behind me. I put my arms in front of my head, shielding my eyes from the bright light.

When I looked in front of me I saw a tall male standing before me who looked almost six foot.

At least twenty feet away from me, he looked up and stared straight at me. His eyes were as black and as cold as the night. His eyes looked a bit charming on his almost pale skin.

As I was taking in his looks, I noticed that he had wings on his back. They were black and looked as if someone had torn and ripped almost all the feathers off. He was wearing a black tee shirt and jeans.

“Alexandra Sparks”  He spoke. His voice sounded calm but stern.

Why had he used my full name? How did he know my full name?

“Soon,” He said before I jolted up from my dream.

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Immediately I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. I took deep breaths in and out. With my heart beating fast, I looked at the clock that sat on my side table. Along with my small lamp and a picture of nine-year-old me, my mom, and my dad standing in front of the Las Vegas sign.

It was 7:39 in the morning, just thirty minutes before my alarm went off. I got up slowly from my bed, trying not to wake up my mom.

I walked to the bathroom. I took a quick warm shower to wash the night and that weird dream off me.

I’ve been having that same dream for weeks now but I’ve gotten used to them. I finished my shower and started to dry my hair.

When I was done fixing my hair, I walked back to my room and chose an outfit. I put on a black shirt and a dark blue flannel over it and black jeans. I also slid on my shoes and walked downstairs.

I almost got startled when I saw my mom sitting on the couch in the living room.

Outside had a thick layer of fog that covered our driveway and onto the road.

“Be careful when you drive to school, Alex” My mom said without taking her eyes off the fog.

    “Yeah, I know,” I said looking at her. The way she said that made me feel a bit uneasy.

But I remembered that's what she is like. Quiet, and somewhat scary or misunderstanding sometimes.

She has been like this ever since my dad died in a tragic car crash. I could remember as a child, my mom crying non-stop for weeks. He was the best dad ever.

Finally, she looked at me. Her curly hair fell past her shoulders. Her hair was perfectly framing her face. Making her more than beautiful. Her eyes were a green-blue color.

“I have to go down to the office today, I won't be back until late tonight. Maybe around eleven at night or midnight." She said looking at me with kind eyes.