At the moment I was being shoved in a locker. School sucked, epecially when your name happens to be Jacob Cole Gates. I mean seriously, my parents actually decided to name me after what an old family member had created, colgate toothpaste. Apparently they didn't realize their son would be made fun of all through school with a name like that. Especially high school. Normally, I keep my middle name to myself. But, every year somebody figures it out. This time, thank god, nobody had found out till about the end of the year, the last day to be exact. Being shoved in a locker isn't as bad as some things they've done. They could've shoved my head in a dirty toilet or they could've thrown dead chickens all over me again. Where they find the dead chickens, i had no idea, and didn't really care to find out. I just cared to make sure they didn't shove me in the locker so hard that i can't get out.
By the time they were done shoving me in, the last bell of the day had rung and i realised i was gonna miss my bus. At least i had wings. My mom didn't like me flying home cause she thinks I'll be caught or something, but a kid's gotta stretch his wings sometimes. I threw my bag over my head onto my back after crawling out of the locker, which happed to have an extra, empty notebook in it, and ran outside towards the woods. Obviously i was not gonna take off in a high school parking lot. Definitely not happening, too many questions would be asked. As i entered the woods i was tackled by the main kid of the group who had shoved me in the locker. "Oh it's jist you and me bud. You. And. Me. No shoving you in a locker this time." He pulled out brass knuckles. "What are ya gonna do little boy, eh?" I felt my wings come out of my back. They had white feathers with gold metal on the tips of each feather. On the top part pf my wings i had black metal covering it. The metal had been there since I'd gotten my wings. The kid looked a little startled. "Look, the metal is real and so are the wings. So, if I were you," I stared at him hard and flashed my eyes to the color black, "I'd be running." He was shaking really bad when i said that and his brass knuckles fell to the ground. I guess he hadn't noticed cause all he did was turn and run towards the school. Becoming aware that my bookbag had slipped off one shoulder, I slipped it back on and started to walk again. Just when I was deep enough to take off, I spread my wings and...........was tackled again. This time I didn't see the attacker. He was out of my sight the whole time. He knocked me on my feet, seeming to make sure my wings didn't get hurt. Then, the next thing I knew, everything went black.
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When I woke up, I was conscious of the fact that I was lying on a very stiff object. I opened my eyes. Oh, it's a bed. Damn, the kind of bed kills people's backs. I thought to myself. "Take a good look around Gates. This is going to be your home for the next two weeks." I spun around at hearing a high pitched voice, nearly laughing realising it was actually a man who had spoken. "Who....." I didn't even get to finish asking the question I had in mind before getting slapped across the face. I looked at the man, stunned. "You only speak when spoken to." At this point I realised he was not a guy you joke around with. "For now, since you're new, you'll be training with one of our best flyers, Arrow. Arrow, here now!" A guy stepped in. He was around the height of 6'3", not but a couple inches taller than me. The high pitched voiced man walked out. Arrow turned to me. "That is Sergeant Lucas Wolfe. You do not wanna tango with him. Come on Blue. We got some flyin' to do." Blue? I asked myself and followed him.
