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Chapter 1- Just the beginning

I feel the rush that splashes on my face. The "rush" is actually wind blowing powerfully against me. I'm outside getting ready to fly, I sprint, toward nothing. Then I bounced my feet off the dirt. Finally when I was 15 feet in the air, I unfurled my wings and beat them down as hard as I can. When I was finally over some clouds I tightened my wings in my body and simply fell. Oh my God, I was committing suicide! No, I just wanted to outline my body in the clouds. The clouds slammed into my face and wet my hair. I just kept dropping down, feeling the breeze.

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