✨New Wings✨

Chapter 2

  I have been gone for at least 3 hours, running through alleys, pushing past people in the streets. I finally find they street I've been looking for. Runner Way. It's really more of another alley, and cars never come down this way. The brick walls of the building enclosing it are covered in colorful graffiti.After shopping trips, my dad would take me here to admire it, and we sat on a bench he painted himself. It is covered in my name, hearts everywhere. We would sit on it, and try to find a shape in the art. I always
  I search the walls. My eyes cross over beautiful pieces of illegal art, but I don't care. I am only looking for one. After minutes of searching, I find it. An angel, with brown hair and blue eyes, a slender body, and silver wings. She's wearing a white, flowing dress, and she's smiling. When I first saw it, I had no idea why she was smiling, but after many years, I made a connection. Directly across from her, another angel was painted there. This one was a boy. He was strong, and very handsome. He was smiling too. The weird thing was, they looked like my parents, and, even though they had been painted long ago, still looked fresh. But they were at the very top, where no ladder could reach, and my mother never knew about this place, so she couldn't fly up there. I sat on my bench, staring at the paintings, pondering their secret mystery. I decide that some crazy old man liked them, and made his son get in one of those weird window cleaning things and repaint it. Yes, that's it. I get up, and slowly walk home. It's nearly dark now. Mom is NOT going to be happy.
    When I get home, I go to the kitchen. All the chairs have been dragged back into place,the table scrubbed of any evidence of a fight. My mother is sitting at the oak table, sobbing. A woman is sitting next to her, wearing a police uniform, comforting her awkwardly. " Ma'am." She says, looking at me. My mother doesn't look up. " Ma'am." She says more sternly. " Ms. Katelyn is here." My mother's head shoots up, frantically searching for me. When her eyes find me, she wails again and throws herself at me. She whispers into my ear over and over again. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She whispers. When I finally unglue myself from her, the police woman interrogates me in my own kitchen.
  " You are aware that you have been missing for 5 hours?"
  " Yes."
  "That there was an amber alert out for you?"
  " No."
  " That we currently have 5 police cars looking for you?"
  "No."
I am pretty sure that this woman is trying to guilt trip me, I think. She asks me more questions about where I have been, with who, why I ran away. I made up a ton of lies, not letting anyone know about my special place. It's mine. Not anyone else's. Mine. When she finally leaves, my mother asks if I want to know more. " Well, there are monsters and bad things working to destroy us. That's what attacked me today, trying to get..." She stops. " To get...?" I ask. " You." She whispers. " They want you." She says again terrified. " And I don't know why." She sounds really scared. " They can't get me, Mom, you should've seen what I did to that boy to-" I stop. I haven't told her about the fight today. " Boy?' My mom asks. " Um... Well I... Uh....kinda got into a fight today." I mumbled, looking down and tracing the scratches in the table. " A fight." My mom says. I hear something in her voice that I don't hear very often. Disappointment. " There was this kid and he was trying to beat some sixth grader up and I helped him escape and the guy punched me and I kicked him and a teacher found us but it's not going on my record because it was self defense." I say quickly, still staring at the table. I glance up, and I'm surprised to see my mother's face aglow with pride. " And you fought back? You defended yourself?" " Yes." I say, confused. " That's great. You haven't even had training yet." " Training?" I ask, confused for what seems the millionth time today. " There is an Academy that you go to to become an official Protector. It's called " Protectors Private School." I went to it when I was little." She said, an unfinished sentence hanging in the air. " So did Dad." I can almost hear it. I excuse myself and go to my room.