Freed

Wendell

Chapter 4

Wendell

Being what's called a Foster child isn't so bad unless you have to keep a secret from everyone you meet. This secret is somewhat easy to keep unless you do it the wrong way.

Usually people think it's a simple breeze, others, well lets not talk about them.

I kind of am defective child. When I was born I didn't have blood. I had pure oxygen or carbon-dioxide running through my veins.

I can control the wind... I don't know how, but I can. No! It's not magic. Magic is stupid.

Anyway, I get pulled away from the only foster parent that would keep me. This day just keeps getting worse!

I'm in my cloths trying to figure out what I should bring, when she calls me. "Wendell! It's time to go. I have breakfast for you."

I head across the hall into the kitchen where the bar is. "Thanks Jen." "No need to thank me."

I chow down on the plain cereal. When I'm down she is still standing there, her messy brown hair in a bun.

"What?" I ask. She takes my head in her hands. "This must be hard for you." "What is?" "This! I know you don't like any of your foster homes and you finally find one you like just to be taking away from me! And you're such a beautiful boy." She brushes the hair from my face, and continues. "You're light hazel eyes, and wind swept milk chocolate hair, and you're handsome face... I'm gonna miss you."

I smile. "You're exaggerating I'm not that handsome." She chuckles. "I know. Now off you go."

I walk out the back door into the fall air and walk to the just arrived monorail.

"Wait!" I hear Jen call. I turn. She runs to me and hands me feather. It's a silky silvery white feather about six inches long. The feather is so soft I don't feel it my hands.

"Good bye and good luck" she whispers. She runs back to the house. That's the last time I see her.

I get on the monorail and sit down. I almost doze off until I hear. "Wake up! We are getting off." I stand up and walk off.

I'm the last one in line for the registration. It's almost no time when it's my turn. "Name?" I here the guy say. "Wendell Copsy" He looks around the paper and his eyes widen then settle down when he says "Room 852, 8th floor." He hands me a bent key.

"Oh thanks man." I say sarcastically with a scowl. He snarls and gets up 'I guess that's everybody."

That's when I hear her voice. "Wait! I'm here!" A red headed girl on a skate board rides up to the stand. "Excuse me" she says. '

That's when I see those sickening dark purple eyes. They are literally the scariest things I have ever seen.

"Name?" The guy says. "Jade Nolsman" she says catching her breath.

I turn away to head to my room. The elevator is so cool. There is four elevators on each corner of the building so it's like a perfect square.

There are so many people going up it takes about five minutes to get to the 8th floor.

I finally get there and head right. I get to door 852 and hesitate. Hopefully my room mate isn't an entire jerk.

I try at the door expecting he is already here because was almost the last one in line. The door opens with a creak that nearly startles the person examining his closet that opens with a hand scan.

He turns and points at a black wooden box. His deep-blue eyes are almost as scary as the girl's downstairs.

I walk towards the box and open it.

A six inch slip of paper unfolds in my hands.