Wings. They're covered in glowing white feathers. Large things. They're full and soft. Thick and fluffy. They debut themselves right above my shoulder blade and all the way down to my ankles.
They are the reason I'm here. I have been here since I was 8 when the government took me away from my family. I don't really remember much from that day. But there is one thing I need to get straight. I'm no freak, no matter how much they try to make you, or even me believe it. I'm just different.
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Wings
Teen FictionEleonora Rose Goodworth has been living in Richingtonfields Government Facility since she was taken away 8 years ago for having wings. She is now 17 and hating the facility more than ever. In Richingtonfields facility, turning 17 means you are matu...
