Featherlight

4. Light As A Feather

MELINDA

"OW!" I muffled through the rag in my mouth.

"Sorry!" My mom quickly said, being more careful.

"MMMM!" I screamed not even two seconds later.

"Sorry!" My mom quickly replied again.

"MAHAAA!"

"Maybe if you wouldn't have gotten shot.." She shrugged her shoulders.

Finaly, she pulled away her operational scissors from my now bloodstained wing.

I breathed hard, heaving breaths.

"Uhhhhhhh" She took the rag out of my mouth.

"Lucky you, I won't make you pack right now. Go, heal up. We're having pizza for dinner." She kissed my cheek after sterilizing my wound, earning an inhuman hiss from me with my fangs out.

Oh, yeah, I had fangs. Angel thing, you wouldn't get it. I also had claws.

She 'boop'-ed my nose, and my fangs retracted.

"Sorry"

I shuffled through the house, getting my bag, and deciding I should do my homework.

My phone started ringing the momment I sat down.

It was Hope. We exchanged phone numbers sometime into the boring presentation in english which I had after the History class I completely missed...

"Hi, Hope!" I tried to push away the searing pain to the back of my mind.

"Hi! I'm trying to do my math homework, but it's just, sooooo hard! I wondered if you could help me maybe?" She asked hopefully, as I heard shuffling from the other side of the line.

"Yeah, sure, I was about to do it myself. We can do it together?" I stated my sudden idea.

"Great! Yeah, let's! I'll be over in a bit?" She asked, and I struggled out an answer.

"Well--uhm--actually, we have--like, boxes everywhere and stuff, and I just--I don't know about 'a bit'.." I laughed nervously.

I HAD MY FRICKING WINGS OUT!!

They needed time to heal, before I could put them away. If I were to do it now...

"So you come here, then!" She cheerfully said.

I shut down. I compeltely stopped working. This woman was going to be the death of me! How am I gonna get out of that one?

Then it struck me.

"Uhm, I'm actually kinda grounded.."

"Oh.. Whatcha did?" She asked.

Obviously, she wanted to keep the conversation going. Not that I minded.

"UhhhhIIII.... miss-behaved." More like didn't want to give up my perfect balance between superhero angel and human.

"You didn't really hit me like the miss-behaving type." She chuckled, waiting for me to specify.

I pushed the abandoned notebook to the side, and layed back into my fluffy black comforter, letting it caress my feathers.

"Well, I...let's just say I wasn't really thrilled to hear we're moving from beautiful landscapes and natural spaces to a stinky city." I wasn't really sure why I was telling her. Not like I knew her. Perhaps, mostly because I didn't know her.

My mother was right. I can build social life here, too, and she seemed like a good start.

"M'yeah, I get that." Her voice was laced with sympathy.