You see that awkward teen over there.
Yep. That's me.
I wasn't supposed to learn these new cool tricks at Swan Abbey, which I would soon savour for life.
I wasn't meant to become so deadly I knew how to kill.
I should have just stayed that plain Jan...
I'm what some would call a flightless bird. I'm that awkward teen you see standing in the corner trying to make it look like she belongs when, in reality, she doesn't fit at all.
Hi, I'm bird. Your local misfit. Welcome to... Me? I guess.
Welcome to the world of birds.
Today, Mother decided to host an array of parties for me, and guess why? She's sending me to another boarding school, how great!
I hope you can hear my sarcasm from miles away.
Tomorrow, however, I will finally be set sail to Swan Abbey. It's in Britain - of course - she wouldn't want her 'dear baby' being too far out of reach. But close enough to have her claws in a tight grip around you.
I live in the Midlands, not that I even have a high grade in geography, but I'm not that stupid - I know where I live.
All I know is that it's - I think - it's not very far. I believe it is in Cornwall.
Placing the book Wuthering Heights down, I let out a content sigh as all the day's stresses slowly unwinded from me.
With deep breaths falling past my lips, I fall on my plush pillow. My shoulder's cracking in the process. The velvety bed cackling at my failure in me most likely not being able to catch onto the endless sly creature called sleep.
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Arising to the wisps of sun flittering past the curtains, makes me fall in love with the world again.
I am what some people would call a romantic; I believe all the natural occurrences are all moments the world allows its passion to steal parts of its infinite sanity.
My soul lets me breathe in these special moments consuming my whole being, and I forget who I am.
I wish Mother never took it from me. I would lose myself. All of me.
"Bird!" A voice shouts harshly yanking me from my moment. It's Maria, the home of the house.
Never in my life would I call sweet Maria a maid. Never! She's more family to me than my mum.
My Father, on the other hand, lives and breathes the lands of Cornwall, but I have a greater connection with him.
He somehow managed to escape Mother's claws. Becoming the head of Swan Abbey must have been a breath of relief to him.
Pulling my body from my luscious bed, I yawn.
"Mornin'," I reply, my eyelids feeling too heavy, but I was fighting against it.
"Wake up, and I mean it, Bird!" Maria scolds. Knowing me so well, I would have stayed in bed until I could no longer feel my fingers. Stupid pins and needles!
Pulling me from my satin covers, Maria nods in approval and then turns to exit giving me my needed privacy.
With full awareness returning to my body, I get well dressed for today, the day I start Swan Abbey.
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☀︎Half an hour later☀︎
Leaving what was once a home to me evokes no sense of feelings from me. For that, I am pleased the soul-consuming pit of darkness will be a part of my past.
The landscapes sway past my vision and into the abyss I call my past, making the weight on my shoulders dissipate.
My book weighs heavy in my hands knowing this may be the final time I may truly be myself after all.
The reading. The dreaming. The blissful cover kept me hidden. A new world that's so amazing. I long to be there. Its tight grip digs into my soul, breathing my every breath, calling my name.
A bubble of hope and determination rises in my chest, I will defy them. They can't make me a shell of who I am.
I am Bird.
~~A/N~~ OMG!
I am so sorry for the long wait.
I am also sorry for deleting my other stories (if you were reading them) I deleted them because they just didn't sit right with me. And I felt the need to start anew.
I have fully planned the plot in my head, so hopefully, the story flows nicely.
