And She Flew

1

Wearing my towel, I frowned at the even bigger wings now on my back.

How can I hide them when they get bigger?

I hope they don't.

I sighed and covered them.

It's been 6 years.

I'm almost 17 now.

Years have gone so fast, I haven't even noticed that it's already 2056.

I put on a black shirt, denim jacket, and white jeans.

I've always done this, putting on two layers of clothes so my wings don't show.

I hate them.

I hate that I have them.

Besides that, I have a great life.

Been homeschooled every day, well until now.

Now I'm experiencing the real world.

High school.

I know high school isn't everything, but I like to think so.

It's a fresh start for me.

New friends, and...

Well new friends mostly.

I put my white hair in a ponytail and stare into the mirror.

White hair, stabbing blue eyes, and pale skin.

Will they think this is weird?

Before the 'experiment', my hair was shining black and I had almost black eyes.

Same as my dad.

My mom had shiny white hair and stabbing blue eyes, I turned to her after the 'experiment'.

I sigh and grab my bag.

"Bye dad," I kiss my dad goodbye.

"Bye An, be careful!" He sends me off to school.

No, this is not my real dad.

My real dad died after the 'experiment'.

I was adopted right after it, you see.

I seem to be lost in my thoughts because before I know it, I'm already entering my class.

"Good morning class, we have a new student here. Andrea, introduce yourself!" She comes in right after me and says this cheerfully.

Oh, just great.

"I'm Andrea Alliard, nice to meet you," I smile at these new faces.

"Better make the new girl welcome here," I hear a blonde snickering to her friend.

"Andrea, go sit next to... Raven!" She points to a red haired girl reading a book and wearing headphones.

I get a sharp pain in my head being near her but sit next to her anyway.

This kind of pain... I've felt it before.

But I don't remember when.

I remember something.

Wings.

Was it a real memory?

When I sit next to her, her head flies to me. It's almost like she got stuck by lightning.

She has red eyes. Wow.

"Andrea Alliard, new here. You?" I smile.

"Raven Reilly," she looks back to her book.

Everything stops for a moment and this book looks familiar.

Something 3 years ago... something like ...

I'm about to get a grasp on it but it quickly disappears and everything unpauses again.

I try reading the book.

I can, but it's not English.

It's some weird language.

I didn't learn this language before. How can I read it?

My eyes drift back to the lesson and I try to focus.

But I can't.

Because something is burning into me.

Something like a...

Scar.

My head snaps back to Raven, I don't know why.

For a moment, I think I see big black wings out of her back.

But then, it disappears.

I'm imagining things.

Great— now I've gone crazy.

I look at the teacher again, still losing focus.

"Immoleom," I hear a whisper in my ear before I lose focus completely.

The only thing I hear is— nothing.

I look towards her and she closed the book.

Her bangs are now away from her left eye and for a second— I see a red scar.

It burns deep into my bones when she touches one of the few black strands in my hair.

Then everything goes back to the way it was— she's sitting beside me with her book on the table— as if nothing happened.

I sigh as it was probably my imagination.

But I feel as though it's not, it's real.

I look at the teacher, trying not to lose focus. But I can't, everything is hazy.

I feel as though the world is spinning, but no one else does.

I suddenly can't see anything, except black.