The Fire Tamer

Chapter 3

  I stood in front of my mirror, examining my newly sprouted wings. When Brandon had told me about them earlier today, I'd expected to wake up from a strange dream, and start school in the morning. Instead, here I was, watching as feathers slowly inched their way out of my back.

Turning towards the door, I walked out of the bathroom, heading downstairs. I had to cut holes in my shirt to keep myself from wanting to itch where the fabric touched my wings every five seconds. Although it caused everyone to give me weird looks, I just used the lame excuse that I was starting a new fashion trend.

"You know, I realize you idealized Mean Girls, but I didn't realize you did enough to want to start a new fashion trend inspired by it. This is a new level of freak , Kiara."

I simply ignored Ariela, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other while making my way to the sink. As I prepared myself for dinner, my sister continuously harassed me, telling me I was nothing but a groupie.

You'd be surprised how much that pertains to you, Ariela.

After sitting in class earlier today, I'd noticed that besides the wierd looks I was getting, no one was commenting about my new appendages. So, that led me to the conclusion that only others like me could see them. Now I was just trying to figure out what exactly I am. Seeing as I'd never read anything on humans bearing wings, I deducted that whatever I am, was created by government, because no matter how hard we tried, there's no way an entire species could stay hidden. Someone would want to show off. So, I'm thinking that this is some kind of marvel's shield kind of thing, where the government themselves tries to keep this hidden.

That or we have members of our race hidden inside our countries social system.

 After washing my hands I made my way to the kitchen table, ready to dig into Mom's homemade casserole. However, before I could make it to my seat, there was a knock at the door. I made my way over to the irritant that had caused me to delay the gorging of my stomach. As I opened the door, the same 'wall' I had bumped into earlier was standing on my doorstep. 

"Are you obsessed with me or something? Because you have a way of showing up wherever I go." I stood at the door frame, arms crossed in annoyance. "Also, you're keeping me from my food, so I suggest you quicken up the pace with whatever you're about to say."

"Woah, slow down there speedy. You're not the same when you're hungry. Anyways, I'm here to discuss something with your mother. Could you get her for me?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Fuck off."

"Actually, I was going to say food, but that works too. Oh, and for the record, that's two words." I made my way back into the kitchen, sneaking a bite of my dinner as I went.

Blasted idiot, my food is cold now and it's all his fault.

As I walked, I felt more feathers sprout on my back, putting an uncomfortable hitch in my step. "Hey mom, tall dark and handsome is waiting on the doorstep."

"You think I'm a handsome?"

"It's a reference sweetheart, I wouldn't expect you to understand." My mother rolled her eyes, moving past me to the door.

"If you're done flirting with my daughter, I'm going to assume you want to talk about..." She glanced back at me, concern in her eyes. "...that little problem we have."

"Precisely, now may I please come inside? I do believe your point has been made." My mother grimaced, stepping aside to let the jerk in. " Thank you, now if we may talk without... company." This time they both glanced back at me, then made their way to my mom's room. I made my way to the door as soon as they had it shut. See, in camp I made it my job to master the art of eavesdropping, so that I always knew the drills we would have to go through the next morning. They always had some creative way in which they woke us all up, sometimes by tying us up and blindfolding us, or throwing us in a pit and forcing us to find our own way up. If you asked for help, you were 'flogged'. Of course, they weren't actually allowed to whip us, but they certainly got close to it. They would hit us with wooden training swords for however long they thought necessary, making sure not to leave scars so inquisitive parents didn't investigate. Though, since I knew every single course before they were made, I never had to suffer that too often, but of course there were moments where plans were changed right before being carried out, throwing me off and causing me to screw up.

  I pressed my ear up to the door, thanking whoever made this house for making the walls and doors hollow. 

"So it's started? Her wings are coming in?"

"Yes, earlier she came home from school with two holes in her shirt, indicating her irritation. Of course, Brandon helped out a lot by telling me, seeing as he's the only other winged here. Do you think I should send her to the Academy?"

"Not just yet, but if they send an invite, I'm afraid you won't have a choice." After he spoke, silence ensued, then I heard footsteps clonking towards the door I was standing at. 

"Now, I must leave before your daughter starts to inquire on my presence."

It's a little too late for that 

I quickly bounced back from the door, sprinted toward the kitchen and grabbed my food before making my way upstairs, wondering how I was going to sleep with all that happened today on my mind.

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Hey guys! I took a very long break from writing this book, however I am back now. Thank you for sticking through!