The Book

My Wings (1)

Angelica's P.O.V.

"I want my wings back."

Weird right? Don't get it? Me neither. My name is Angelica Mae Foster, I'm twelve and I have jet-black hair, I'm 4'8 and I'm in 7th grade.

The thing I said earlier, I have no idea where it came from, I usually wake up with a thought in my head and just say it. But this time it feels different. Sometimes the words connect to the dream I just had but today, I don't remember having a dream.

I woke up and naturally the thought came to my head, but I looked at the wall beside my bed for ten seconds then said, "I want my wings back."

I don't even know where that came from but after I said that, I felt light headed then fainted and fell back asleep again.

When I woke up again, like right now, I feel light, like I don't have a care in the world. It's weird.

I think I'm gonna call my best friend, yeah, I should. Wait let me get my necklace first, it's a simple one, a shell, shaped to the form of a heart, given by my best friend, Niño, before I moved. He said he carved the shell himself, we lived by the beach so he thought that a shell would be appropriate to remind me of him. I'm pretty sure he carved it too, it was far from perfect but it formed a heart nonetheless. I never took it off, ever since he gave it.

I used the home phone and dialed my best friends number, my phone lost its charger so I can't use it.

"Hi, Angel. Why'd you call?" She asked with a groggy voice. What? It's 2 in the afternoon, she must've stayed up late again.

"Hi Nevaeh, you stayed up late again didn't you?" I said, in an accusing tone.

"I- well- uh- yeah, it's not my fault that fan fiction was so amazing." She replied, I'm pretty sure she's pouting right now.

"Anyways, I called if you wanted to come over, your dad should be home since its still two right?" I twirled my hair around my finger.

"Yeah he should be, I'll be over in thirty." She hung up on me. Probably to get ready.

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I'm sitting in the living room sofa, waiting for Nev to come. My parents leave at six in the morning and come home eleven or twelve, so I'm pretty much alone all the time.

Ding dong.

I tip toed to the door so she wouldn't here me coming. Then I opened the door as fast as I could.

"Ahh!" She fell down, she likes to lean against doors which is probably not the best Idea.

"You- you - you imbecile!" She yelled while trying to run after me,

"Sorry not sorry!" I hopped over the couch and landed in the middle of my bean bag, on the floor.

"What do you want me to cook?" She rolled her eyes while walking to the kitchen, after placing her backpack, filled with who knows what, on the couch.

This is one of the main reasons we're friends, we may be young but she can cook up a feast if you pay her. But since she's using my food, I don't have to pay. Plus she's a year older than me too.

"Mac n' Cheeeese!" I yelled following her to the kitchen. She got working on the food, since my parents are always out, they leave a big stock of food for me, a lot of instant though since I'm no ratatouille.

I hopped on the counter while she cooked, we talked about random things.

"Hey Nev." I said while she started stirring the sauce.

"What?"

"When are you gonna admit that you like that boy in P.E.?" I asked while swinging my legs, looking at her innocently.

"W-what? I don't like anyone okay." She said, but the tips of her ears were red.

"You stuttered." I said in a sing song voice.

"Angel shut your trap before I leave and take the food with me." She said threateningly, the pot of mac n' cheese in her hands, I shut up while she kept mixing.

I jumped off the counter and took some bowls and forks from the sink. She put the mac n' cheese in the bowls and we headed to the living room.

"Hey Ange, why are you more umm social today?" She looked at me curiously. She's right though, I'm the quiet one and I barely talk outside of my house, I talk to her a lot but not that much.

"I don't know really, I just woke up feeling light and happy." I shrugged my shoulders, we were watching Radio Rebel on Disney.

"Care to elaborate?" She pointed her fork at my direction.

"I don't know, I remember waking up earlier and saying "I want my wings back" while looking at the wall, somehow saying that made me feel happy." I put another fork full of pasta in my mouth.

"I hope you don't." She whispered, I don't think I was supposed to hear it but growing up in a quiet environment, I could hear things normal people normally wouldn't.

"Why not?" I felt offended by her, she doesn't want me to be happy?

"No not like that!" Her eyes widened realizing what I was thinking. "It's just, if you get your wings, that means your dead, I don't wanna lose my bestfriend." Unshed tears in her eyes, she can get pretty emotional at times.

My mouth formed 'o', I can see where she's coming from.

"Hey, it's okay, maybe it will happen but not now, maybe later in my life." I shrugged, we can get pretty sentimental sometimes.

She let out a giggle and I looked at her confusingly, one moment she's crying because she doesn't wanna lose her best friend now she's giggling. What the H?

"It's just ironic that your name is Angel and you want your wings back." I chuckled with her, it is ironic.

"Enough about that, what do you wanna watch?"