Life actually did have something good to throw at me.
Or rather, my mom did.
I was sitting on my bed watching some stupid YouTube video when my mom knocked on my door. The sound startled me out of my daydreams with a rather rude jolt, and I glared at the door for a minute with narrowed eyes.
"You in there?" she called.
"Uh, yeah," I responded.
I took my headphones off and watched as she pushed open the door. She didn't look entirely pleased to be speaking with me, but hey - at least she wasn't screaming. It was better than nothing.
"Alright, good. I don't know where I'm going to find you anymore. You could've found your way to the pits of hell and I wouldn't be surprised," she grumbled.
"Uh...ooo-kay." I guess she wasn't wrong.
"Anyways, I have something for you. And don't think something like this comes from the very bottom of my heart with come motherly love or some shit." She paused, pulling something from her pocket. "A friend from work wanted me to give these to you."
I bit back the urge to say, "You have friends?"
She threw three rectangular squares of paper across the room. Two of them fluttered down like ungraceful birds and rested on my bed while the third barely made it halfway. It landed on the floor in front of me, and I blinked down at it.
I opened my mouth to say something, but she was already gone.
The door slammed shut, making the windows rattle. I guess she was mad that she had to waste three perfectly good pieces of paper on someone like me.
I stared at the door for a minute, my confusion written on my face like words in a book.
What was that all about?
She was on some serious drugs, I decided after a moment of silence.
I shrugged and picked up the slip closest to me.
I turned it over, and was surprised to find writing on the front. I quickly skimmed over it, tracing over every letter twice, just to make sure it was real.
I snatched the second one up, too. It was identical.
Three tickets to the park.
Our town, being more like a city, has an amusement park in it. I myself had never been there, but the friends that had told me there were some seriously 'dope AF' rides in it.
I hoped they were right.
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Here's the chapter.
I was in a rush when I wrote this, so.
[*vanishes without a trace*]
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FanfictionSee, we all have wings, but it takes the love of your life to learn to fly. My wings were broken. I'd been dropped repeatedly, lost, forgotten. Left behind, alone, so alone. I thought I would never leave the ground again. But all it took was one tou...
