The Wing leader

Chapter 1

"Don't stress. It will be fine."
Today I am going to a new house to live in. But with one roommate. The Wing Leader chose it for me. She looked totally fine with it but I think she was holding her breath. If he looks ugly, I am definitely running out of there.  Right now I am doing the same thing the Wing Leader did. Hold my breath. Holding my breath and closing my eyes, I open the door to the penthouse. I take a peek from my right eye. Then I let out all the air in my lungs and breath in all the air I could catch. You can't catch air, so that means I wasn't breathing. Someone came up behind me and said in my ear," Love at first sight huh?" I was about to punch who ever that was, but I knew that voice anywhere. It was Sheila. I spun around and the door closed very softly. "What the heck? Were you stalking me?" I said unexpectedly. "Maybe," Sheila said covering her smile. "Uh! Sometimes I just don't understand how your mind works." "You really aren't supposed to. It's my mind not yours." Sheila said as if  she knew everything in the world. "I don't know and I don't care." I say opening the door just a little to see him again. "Well, I'll leave you to your love life." "Oh my god are you kidding me? Just leave." She finally left and I rolled my eyes. As I was about to step in, I realized that I needed to hide my wings. It would be rude to have your wings out inside a room. I snap my fingers and see my blue nail polish sparkle from the light above. Then I thought how fun it would be to act casual and see his reaction. I smirk and start opening the door. "Hi my name is Evie. You are? " I put my hands on my hips and my hand warmers touch my blue top and my black leggings. He dropped the books he was  holding and stares. Finally he says, "My name is Luis. Your room is right over there. He points to a wooden door, painted blue. "But you will be sleeping in here until they get a new bed. Don't ask."  "Okay so I sleep on this bunk?" I say.  "Yeah." I spin on my heal and go to my room. It's big. Like a living room. I organize and unload everything. I put on a tang top and some shorts. Then I think of decorating my door. I take some chock and write Evie in gold on the top, a heart in the middle and a spiral design on the outside of the heart. I also write my name on the ceiling of my bunk bed in blue an black. I go to wash my hands in the sink and Luis follows me. "You like art?" He says. "Yeah I do it all the time. I also do clothing. What I wore today, was something I made." "That's cool." He says as I finish washing my hands. He follows me to a towel where I dry my hands. "Why are you  following me?" I say. "What? I am not following you." "Yeah you are." I take a step forward and Luis also takes a step towards me. "See. You are following me." "Fine. Your a pretty girl and I can't help but follow you." He says. I open the fridge to get some water. "Well maybe you can follow me in a nice way and not in a way like a stalker." I smile and close the fridge door. Then I walk to my bunk.

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I was the first one up that morning, so I decided to sing to some music. I went to the far side of the room and put the music on low. I sang to If Only and Set It Off from Desendents. I was almost finished with the last song when Luis woke up with batman and Robin pajamas on. I stopped singing and held back my laughter. I turned off my iPhone. "I think you are going to want to change that." Since I went to bed first that night, I did not see him with his batman and robin pajamas on. I see him go to the bathroom. Then I let out all my laughter and start to stop when I hear  him come back. Before he comes back, I rush to my room with my iPhone. I put it in a neat space in my drawer of my desk. Then I look out the all glass window. I see the big city down below. I start to change into my clothes for the day. Hand warmers are my thing, so I wear them all the time. I wore blue and black like yesterday's clothes. But with a skirt instead. I go over to the terrace  and put my hands on the railing I hear my door open but I don't look back. Who am I really? I don't work with flowers and I don't fit in anywhere else. Who am I?  I hear the terrace door open and Luis stands next to me. I think he could tell that I am upset and confused. He puts his hand on top of mine and I search his eyes for sympathy. But all I could do is put my head on his shoulder.