Wings, so much power, so much stealth and so much beauty. You hear stories of flapping wings, but they were floating, so smooth through the air. There is a different side to these wings, they can be dangerous, clever and most of all- fatal. The feathers, put perfectly into place, even more accurate than a swans. A black cloud came over the wings, rain trickled down the beautiful feathers. Wings need to be attacked to something and then I saw, it was a man-a angel, so beautiful, like he was made to be perfect. He swung his head around and looked at me.
I pulled a deep breath and found myself in the bed I remember bedding my self in. It was light, but early light. It must be around 8. I look around the room and see a clock on a cabinet on the other side of the bedroom, it said 7.43 am. I get up and feel baggy, I look down and remember why, I am wearing Ryan’s clothes and they are way to big, I didn’t realise how baggy last night. I put on Ryan’s slippers that were on the floor, they were way to big as well. I walked to the door and opened it, the house was silent, so Ryan must still be asleep. I walked into the Living room and he wasn’t there. I went into the Kitchen and he was not there either. I knocked on the Bathroom door and no one answered, so I opened the door and he wasn’t there either. I was on my own. I went into the Bedroom and picked my clothes up off the floor. I looked at the photographs again, this time I realised something, I looked the same and a bigger shock so did Ryan. 8 years I have not had my original life and I think I would have changed, but I know that Ryan defiantly would of. This is just getting more and more confusing. I went into the bathroom and got in the shower, Ryan wasn’t here and I needed a shower. There was some shower gel and a new bar of soap on the windowsill. I never take long in the shower and that will never change. I got out and wrapped a towel around me. I felt really fresh, maybe that was a effect of men’s shower gel.
I didn’t really fancy putting not so fresh clothes on, so I was a bit cheeky and put them into the washing machine, I went back into the bedroom and looked for some smaller clothes, I found a shirt that would be way to big for me, but it was the smallest shirt he had had. I found some boxers which I really didn’t want to wear, but they were clean and I didn’t want to wear the same pair of knickers, clothes I can handle, but no way knickers. I luckily had a sports bra on the day before, so I can us that again. I dried myself and put the boxers and my bra on, I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. When I went back into the bedroom, I put the top on the bed and looked for some trousers, I knew none of them would fit, but I would rather walk around with baggy long trousers than none at all. I looked in the bottom draw and found a pair. I turned around and Ryan was at the door.
I jumped and used the trousers to cover as much of me as I could. “Sorry, sorry”, he turned around, “sorry are you wearing my boxers?”
“Um, yeah, I had no fresh pair of underwear and I just wanted a fresh pair, I’m sorry” I don’t know how he will take this, what if he gets angry.
He laughed “Um, you want me to get out?”
“Um, well I’m covered, so if you want to stay, your not going to see anything anyway” he turned around slowly. He looked at my face, trying not to look south.
“I was wondering if I could borrow your shirt, if you don’t want me to, just say” I better ask, just to look better.
“Yeah that’s fine” He smiled my smile, the beautifully placed one.
“So, are you going to get ready for school, its 8.30. ?” It wasn’t really a question for his answer, it was ‘do you think I should go?’
“I’m not going today, I got things to do and sort out”
“What do you think I should do?”
“Do what you thinks right” He’s being cocky.
“That does not help” I really don’t know If I’m suppose to go in, if I go in, it will be the first place Mel and Ben will find me, but skiving is skiving. I’ll give it a miss; I don’t want them to find me. “I’ll have the day off”
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