"Where have you been?" my mother questioned with a sly smirk
"Out." I said quickly headed for the stairs avoiding a conversation
"Nah-ah! Get over here, I'm not done with my interigation." she pointed at the couch, with a sigh, I stalked towards the couch and sank into the fabric, "So, who was that guy?" teen mode was on, she grabbed a pillow, bounced on the couch, and rested her arms on the pillow.
"What guy?" I played stupid
"Whatever, so who was he? And what about Josh?" I shook the painful thought of the things Josh said to me
"No one really, just a new kid." I bit my bottom lip, I always do that when I lie
"Stop lying! He can't just be a 'no one' if he gave a you a ride."
"Okay, his name is Zephan. He is new, but he and his friends got their name around the school pretty fast."
"Oo, how old his he?"
"Uh, he's in 11th grade." I bit my tounge
"He's cute, very cute!" I giggled at my mom, she's too much of a teen at heart. I guess that's why my dad fell in love with her, "What about Josh?"
"Oh, that's a complicated topic," I said getting up, "wellIgotsomehomeworktodobye!" I said in a hurry, running up the stairs
"This conversation isn't over missy!" she called after me.
Well for now, it was.
But I have to tell her sometime before Saturday that I have a date to the dance. Now that was something not even Heavan itself was prepared for.
The dinner table was silent, the sounds of silverware hitting plates was the only sound. Usually when the food is beyond good, the family is beyond silent. "So Uri made a new friend today." my mom said to my dad, my heart dropped, why did she have to do this
"Really who is she?" he asked putting down his fork
"More like, who is he." my mom smiled looking at me, my eyes were pleading to know why she brought this topic up infront of my dad
"Oh really," he leaned into the table, "what's his name?"
"Um, Zephan."
"Do you know his last name?"
"No dad, he's new."
"Oh really, he's new? Then how does your mother know about him so early?"
"Well, um.." I didn't really want to answer that, but my mother sure did
"I saw him walk her to the door, they were talking about something-"
"Oh my gosh mom! You wanna tell him what underwear I'm wearing too?!"
"Well sorry, but I did tell you that this conversation wasn't over."
"What were you two talking about?" my dad wondered
"Nothing."
"No one talks about nothing, so what were you talking about?" I sighed
"School." they both raised an eyebrow, I hate school, but technically the dance was school related, "Okay, the dance this Saturday." my mother gasped
"Did he ask you to the dance?!" I shrugged
"Yea.."
"Oh! I can't wait!"
"Wait, hold on a minute," my father started, "how old is he?"
"He's in 11th grade." I said picking at my greens, avioding eye contact
"So you plan on dancing with a sixteen/seventeen year old boy?"
"Well, I did say I would go with him. And since I have a date for the dance, I do plan on dancing with him."
"Well I have to get to know this fella before he takes my little girl to a dance. Only God knows how these teens are thinking now-a-days."
"Dad, I honestly think that you don't need to worry about him," I started to smile, " he's different.."
"Well I hope you're right, because your mother and I are having our 17th anniversary this weekend. And you'll have the whole house to yourself," he sipped his coffee, "I don't want any parties or boys in this house."
"Dad you don't need to worry, dad. I'm deffidently not thinking about any of that."
"I know, but you never know, peer pressure." he got up from the table and rinsed his plate, "But my little girl is too smart for that." he smiled and walked out, my mom swept her leg past mine
"But if you ever bring any guys over, which I hope not now, you remember our talk about protection right?" I rolled my eyes
"How could I forget?" she smiled and grabbed her plate
"That's my girl." she rinsed her plate and headed after my father, I chuckled. How could I forget 'the talk', I'm just glad I avoided the talk with my dad, when I first got my period she wasted no time telling me. I rinsed my plate off and headed for the bathroom for a nice shower. The water pounded on my back, the heat sooth the thought of darkness away. An angel of darkness wasn't my life long goal, it's going to be hard to accept the fact, it's going to be hard to cope. I tired to leave one part of this 'transformation', my leaving. Would I be gone for a few days? Weeks? Months? Years?
Would I be gone forever?
I turned the water off and looked at the misty mirror, I ran my hand along the thin layer and turned so that I could see my naked back. Just then I had this crazy idea; two little bumps started moving in my back, they slowly stretched out into lines, I could see my skin split in two, but could barely feel the pain. Feathers started to eurpt from the wound, and two wings slowly grow out of my back. I turned around so my vision wasn't blocked, my heart stopped when I saw that these wings have deffidently matured..
