Chapter 4: Interviews and Information

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"So, Cassandra," smiled a reporter whose face was caked with makeup, "rumor has it that you have been faking about the whole...wing thing to get more attention. What do you have to say about that?"

"Well, um...Carrie, was it?"

"Crystal."

"Yes. Coconut. I would tell you, but you wouldn't believe me."

"Coconut? Where did you get that from?" she asks, with a fake giggle.

"Well, you're fat, hairy, and coated in a shell of fake tan."

She looks slightly offended at this.

"Cassie..."

"It's Cassandra."

"Fine, Cassandra. I understand you're probably confused about this, but-"

"I'm not confused, and you're not a freaking therapist," I retort.

"Cassandra! I've never heard you be so rude!" snapped the reported angrily.

"Well, maybe you should leave me alone! Maybe I don't want to be interviewed and judged by all of America! I'm not faking, but even if I say that a million times, you won't believe me! Maybe, I should just disappear for awhile! What would everyone think then?"

"Disappear?" she asked, interested now.

I realized that now, I had given her a golden interview. I had given her a piece of information that no other news station had yet. I had given her a hint about the mirror.

"Cassandra? Where would you disappear to?"

"Somewhere where no one will be able to trace me. A place where I am normal. With people who are actually my friends." I said this over my shoulder while walking off set.

"Cassandra! The interview's not over yet-"

"It is for me!" I yelled back, and ran back out to the car. Finding it locked, and having no idea where my mom was, I grabbed my Razor X and dialed Joven's number.

"Hello?" he answered groggily.

"Joven, I need you to drive out to the Crystal Malone Show and pick me up."

"What? Why?"

"I'm kind of in trouble with Crystal Malone...I need you to come now, before she hunts me down!"

"Hunts you down? What did you do this time, Andi?"

"Just called her a fat, hairy coconut, but that's irrelevant."

"Let me get this straight. You called Crystal Malone, a world-renowned talk show host, a fat, hairy coconut. And now you're running away from her."

"And I need you to give me a ride back home," I sighed.

"You have wings, why don't you just fly home?" he asked.

"You're right! Okay, call you back, Joven," I practically yelled.

"Wait! No, Andi, I was only kidding!" I heard him shout before I hung up and stuffed my phone in my purse.

I was about to do my first-ever flight here in the parking lot of the CM Show.

And I had no idea what the heck I was doing.

I jumped up and attempted to flutter my wings. That resulted in a bruised elbow and skinned knee. Okay, wrong approach. I went over to a softer-looking patch of grass and climbed onto the CM Show sign, and jumped, actually flapping my wings more. I was able to hover in the air for a few seconds before losing control and falling onto the grass. I tried this again, using more force, and actually got some lift. I fell back on the grass, exhausted.

Suddenly I remembered some stuff I learned in science class, about lift and drag with wings. If I wanted to fly efficiently, I would need to be horizontal, not vertical. Back to the sign. I flailed around in the air before getting some lift, and moving into a more bird-like position.

I began moving much more smoothly, and flying wasn't so hard of work. I had to keep flapping more than a bird would, and I was sure I looked like a complete idiot, but I was having fun. Several times I had to hover, trying to guess how to get back home, but I figured it out eventually and soon enough was hovering over my lawn trying to figure out how to get down.

I decided on lowering myself until I was about three feet up and then stopping my wings altogether. It resulted in a perfect Iron Man landing. If by Iron Man landing you mean twisting your feet up and getting a mouthful of grass and dirt.

I won't go into the details.

I watched Joven run up to me. "Oh my gosh, are you alright Andi?"

"Yes, just peachy-keen!" I snarled, spitting grass all over him.

"Jeez, sorry!" he said, backing off.

"Did it ever..." I picked a piece of grass out of my teeth and continued, "occurred to you that perhaps..." I bent down to brush dirt off my knees and shake it out of my wings, "I might want some help getting down?"

Joven began doubling over with laughter. "Andi, you should have seen yourself, you looked crazy!"

"Joven, exactly how many times have you sprouted wings and flown?"

He was silent then.

"Exactly. Now be a gentleman and go start a hot shower for me."

"Fine, master," he said jokingly. He showed no trace of anger for last night, which I was thankful for.

After I had showered and gotten dressed, I took Joven into my room and sat him down.

"Okay, Joven, I have to tell you something. Please don't call me crazy."

"Andi, I'm talking to a girl with wings. Whatever you say can't be too crazy."

"How about if I told you that I was born in a different...world?"

His face was completely straight. "I would believe you."

"I can prove it, too," said the silvery voice I knew so well now.

Joven jumped up and looked around. I laughed. "Meet Shaya."

Shaya walked up to the mirror and waved at Joven, who had a puzzled and terrified face.

"What is she...I mean, who is she?" stuttered Joven.

I sighed and Shaya and I began telling him the story, taking turns explaining it to him.

After we finished, Joven was quiet for awhile. "This is all really strange," he finally said.

"Joven-" I started, not quite sure how to say this. "I want you to come with me. To the other side of the mirror."

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A/N: Another update! Again, short, but I'll update again in a couple days :)

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