Chapter 3
The secrets that are worth keeping
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Wake up by the beating of my door. "Casper dinner time up now!" Wesley yells impatience. "I'm up, I'm up Wesley." I say. I stretch my wings and my arms and legs. I put my wings against my back and put on my shirt. My wings ache a little bit. I put on my shirt. Wipe my face I open the door and walk downstairs the smell of chicken fills the room. I try not look completely repulsed by the thought of buying a slaughter animal then putting it raw cold fleshy bloody body remains in an oven then cook them till they turn brown then eat the carcass. I nearly gag of the thought. I wash up.
Sit at the table. The roast chicken was sitting on the plate. I swallow hard. We sat down. We eat in silence. I avoid the chicken as much as I can. "Why are you acting that you are tomorrow's dinner." Eric asks staring at me. I glare at him. "Sorry what Erick means to say is, Are you a vegetarian?" She asks. I nod. Dad stares at me for a moment. A lingering unusual moment I shift uncomfortably in my chair. "Honey how was work?" Isabella asks. I have to thank Isabella later for catching Arthur's attention. I poke my broccoli with my fork. I block out what they were saying. I caught my reflection. I don't what I see do I see an angel trying to fit in with humans or a freak boy with wings that needs except the other half of him and expose him. I look away and sigh. After dinner, I haven't talk for a while. I take out my schedule. I caught one thing in its traps Chorus for period two. I nearly made a croaking sound. I bite my lip. "What's wrong Casper?" Isabella asks. "They gave me chorus." I say rubbing my eyebrow to soothe the migraine there. "What's wrong with it?" She asks sitting down next to me. "I use to sing all the time but I guess I stop because what happens after." I say with wince.
My voice as the same effect as a siren's from Greek mythology. Sirens have the power of song and bring lost sailors to their demise. Cheerful right I bring all the girls in a town into one place in a matter of minutes.
"Really what happens?" She says very interested in what I have to say. She's so much easier to talk to than mom is. "Um never mind it's stupid anyway I think I should hit the sack." I say walking upstairs. I grab a towel and washcloth out of my suitcase, went to the bathroom, and took a shower.
The hot water against my wings made me sleepy after done taking a shower and stop faintly smelling like the creature of Lake Erie. I turn the shower off and put on my pajamas I pick my clothes up and ran into my room carefully closing the door than locking it tightly. I fell on my bed turn off the lamp and went to sleep.
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Teen FictionI am not normal and I'll never be. I don't believe that I am special either. But that doesn't stop fate thinking that.