Stella

Chapter 1 - Curiosity

Chapter 1

It was time to watch my fellow 'Angry Birds' get thrown on blocks, again. It's stupid, right? Why can't we go get the eggs by walking into the palace straight away? Why couldn't we ask the Mighty Eagle? Why can't I be put into the catapult for the others to her away... like a battle strategy? Why is there 'the input' and 'the code'? Why do we need to obey them? Why did the piggies like eggs, not eggplants nor KFC chips? Where did I come from?

My name is Stella, Red's sister and this is how I, despite everything on top of me, find the answers of these questions in the abyss of the universe. The day I started considering an adventure was when Matilda, my friend - being the only one (other than me) to be a girl - told off the boys (that meant Bomb, the Blues; Jay, Jake and Jim, and Chuck (who I thought was the most attractive)) for flirting with me. She placed them beside the nest, barking at them. She walked beside me and hugged me.

"Oh, Pinkie, you're growing older and I think it's time to tell you something," the mother bird chuckled.

Gee, it was a long conversation. It was quite disturbing too. She told me how she started to grow from a little chick to a young bird. She explained how she started to think about her appearance and ethic. She also told me how she met her to-be husband in a walk-around, who she said had travelled afar and is still doing so. She told me how they stayed together and finally... made you-know-what. That certain section shattered me - being the girl.

But that wasn't the end. She asked, like every time she talked to me, "Stella, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Well, um," I mumbled, letting my imagination take over me, "why do we need the code and input? Where are they from?"

Matilda chuckled and gave me a piece of paper.

'Whoever wants something, makes sure they note what that it is.'

I was puzzled. I definitely knew what I wanted! It's not that I'm a stupid hobo! I really wanted to attempt to comment Matilda's advice but she ignored me.

"So, what did you eat for dinner today?"

"The regular..." I muttered.

Matilda kept prompting me those random bird questions until we reached my nest.

When we got to my nest, where Terrance and Red where sleeping, I waved at Matilda and shuffled into my bigger brothers' feathers' warmth. That, night I didn't sleep. I thought about the boys and how they reacted when I was near them. They were... trying to be cute. If they were closer to me, I realised that I didn't want to live a life within the grasp of the input and the code. I wanted to live differently. I wanted answers. I wanted a challenge, not flying by the input or driving according to it. I wanted to be free from any chain.

I walked away from my brothers and placed my possessions into my yarn strap-bag. Slowly, I walked away from the place I was born, where I was first fed, where I first learnt, where I grew up. It was my life that was about to change. I was ready for it. I wanted it. I needed it. I cannot let future generations suffer because of the ignorance of the Bird-race. I continued to walk, passing Matilda, Bomb, the Blues and Chuck. I stopped by him and looked. It would be a long time until I would see him. I stopped myself from getting closer to him. I instead left him a pink feather, that I shed once, next to a picture of me that he kept. I blushed, seeing so.

When I heard the sound of footsteps nearing me, I froze.

"Stella, why are you out of your nest in the middle of the night?"

I turned around to see Matilda.

"I want to find the subject," I said, trying to keep my firmness on top of my anxiety.