Wings

By NikzMariano™

©2014 All Rights Reserved.

It may seem like another regular story about a person with wings.... but it will have some twists along the way. So please I hope you'll enjoy reading the story, and have the perspective of a guy with wings.

~•~•~• Wings •~•~•~

His just your regular freshmen high school student until the omen in one of his dreams started to become real. Having to think that his life was just plain, he quickly noticed the difference on his body and in the people around him. Follow along side Keith Henderson's life of fantasy, love, and in his journey in life of a teenage guy with wings.

Chapter 1

"Keith!!!!!" My mom screaming her throat off trying to wake me up all the way from the kitchen. I wish I was just woken up by the annoying and invigorating sound of my alarm clock.

"I'm up mom!!!!" screaming my throat out as well.

"Don't you use that tone with me young man!. It's your first day in school. Now get your lazy body down here and eat your breakfast!"

You don't get those kinds of wake up call anywhere huh? Even though she may seem harsh in the morning, she's actually one of the best caring and loving mom. She does that for the sake of me not being late.

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I quit staring at the ceiling in shock of what's going to happen in school later. I sat down by the side of my bed were the table lamp sits. I quickly took my phone and checked for any new messages. There's one.

To: Keith

From: Brendon

9-02-13

07:15 A.M.

Hey bro! are you ready? its our first day in High School. I'll just meet you in front of the school later.

To: Brendon

From: Keith

9-02-13

07:19 A.M.

Yeah bro! I've never been ready like today. See you later dude!!!

Brendon has been my best friend ever since I could remember. I think it was first grade where he lent me his crayola, because mine broke and from that moment on we've never been really good freinds.

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I quickly made my way to the bathroom, started the water and did my daily bath routine.

As I dry myself with the towel I noticed something different on my back. There's two red dots. I don't even remember getting hit or something. But I don't have time for that. I bet it'll go away by itself.

I wore the tight jeans hanging on the chair of my study table, and quickly got any shirt from the closet. It happened to be my favorite shirt with the printed logo: "Fly to the sky" and got my Chuck Taylors on, there's just one last thing I need to do.

I quickly went back to my bathroom and quickly brush my teeth; as I rinse with the mouth wash. I noticed myself in the mirror, and thought to my self what will be going to happen later in school.

I shouldn't really be a negatron, so I spit the mouth wash out and as I took another last glance in the mirror and noticed my flat and no life hair, so I tried to put gel on, for once I looked different, not just the Keith Henderson with glasses, pimples and braces on.