The World of The Winged

Hi, my name is Grumpy

Introduction:

Love. Such a weird concept isn't it? But every feeling is kind of weird, you can't really say what you feel, so you name it. Someone close to you died, you feel sad. Your friend said something funny, you feel happy.

But love is still different... it feels different for everyone and no one can really know or name it when you feel it. It's still a feeling or emotion. You feel loved by your parents or friends or siblings.

But love can also merely be a façade, a mask for other emotions or feelings or things that are actually happening.

And my parents really knew how to keep that mask up. Not.

I live in a world where everyone has wings. And the royals have pure white wings. And I am, of course, the only person in this land without wings.

Yup.

I'm pretty much crippled here, every time I WALK outside, I can see them just look at me with pity and the whispering that they wouldn't want to be me and that it's so sad that I don't have wings.

Yes, I wish I knew how flying is like but I mean, come on, walking isn't that bad!

So yeah, when I was born without wings, my parents just kind of looked at me with disgust and just laid me somewhere in the streets in the hope that someone would take me. I think...

And luckily someone did take me home with them.

They're an elderly couple now but back then they were still kind of young.... no they weren't, dad was like 55 and mom 50.

Yeah I call them mom and dad even if they aren't. But they had already learned to accept differences so they took me in and raised me.

I was raised well by them. And now I'm fifteen and I've lived a pretty normal life until now. Except for the fact that I have only one friend and I've been homeschooled my entire life.

My parents didn't want me to get bullied because I don't have wings. So yeah, homeschooling it is!

I'm happy like this, even though I really want to know what flying is like.

So I have one male friend, my best friend, since he is my only friend so that says it all. Hehehe...

His name is Jackson. He's awesome and so random, he can just start running around like an airplane out of nowhere but he can be mature at the same time. He's weird and funny but sweet and kind.

So now you know my best friend but you still don't know me. Hi, I'm Grumpy Grumpson and my hobby is being grumpy. No no just kidding, although I am easily grumpy or annoyed.

Now for real, my name is Amelia, I was born almost 16 years ago and my hobby is... uhmm.... watching people and reading. Well, I think... I'm socially awkward and I don't really care what people think about me but I don't really like talking to strangers, partly because they'll think I'm weird for not having wings like them and partly because I'm just not that confident.

Jackson keeps trying to get me to talk to other people and trying to get me to come with him to parties and stuff or other social events. But the problem is, I keep cancelling last minute or just say no. I'm just kinda scared of people, I guess??

So, this story is not really about me trying to fit into this world and finding love and all of that. This story is about me finding out who I am and why I'm in this world, and not in yours...

And how to get some damned wings!!

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A/N:

Please please pleaaaaase tell me what you think and if you like it because this is my second time I tried to write a book on Wattpad and yeah, (I secretly already have three more chapters muhahahaha) I'll try to update once a week since I still have school and all that. But please tell me what you think and give me feedback because I really want to improve