As a child, I guess you can say I've always been strange. I wasn't as nice and pure as other children or even look similar. I was more sneaky and Mischievous. I stood out. More than I wanted to. Everybody else had light blond hair with translucent blue eyes with an angular face, while I on the other half had long black hair as black as a raven's feather, a heart shape face, and eyes as green as emeralds. So yea, I stood out, like a banana in a bowl of apples, but that's not the worst part, they told me I was an abomination. A soon to be monster when I turn 18, but I didn't listen. I always hope i'd get the same wings as my mother, but you can't always get what you hope for. So this the story, of the me, Rose Caelum. So sit back and relax. It's going to be a long story.
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Wings
FantasyRose Caelum, a 17 year old girl, can't wait till she turns 18. She lives in an Angel community where when angels turn 18, they get there wings, but instead of getting the wings she also thought she would get, she got a real suprise. Black Wings...
