Those With Wings

This Lifestyle Wasn't Meant For Everyone

Luanna
I hate it here.
That kid, what's-his-face, Zero, doesn't know how to leave people alone. I feel like I'm being watched constantly, then he tries to bombard me with strange questions--can he not see I want to be left alone? I don't want to talk about my feelings or bring up the past? Good thing he didn't ask anything about the wings...yet. But he was sure to real soon knowing this guy.
Another good thing, I was able to fit into his clothes, and cut slits so i could push my wings out. It actually feels absloutely horiendous to have your wings closed and folded, clutched as tightly as I could to my back. I was beginning to expierence some back pain because of it.
See why I hate it here?
But no, it gets worse.
Zero's little sister, what's-her-face, who is like six or seven in human years, keeps calling me "angel" and Alex "dark angel" just 'cause she's seen our wings. She's terrified of my brother, the least scary "angel" I know. I'm not an angel. I just have wings. And no, don't get ANY ideas of thinking I would be Zero's "Gurdian Angel," 'cause no way was that happening. Period. End of story.
This place...ugh.
Yes I still hated it.
Yes, there were people looking for us. I bet by now there was. That's why I was glad we were getting out of here. They wanted their "Humble servents" back.
Bleck.

The only reason I was mad at Zero himself, was because he tries to pry imformation. And he is makeing a big deal of a move. Actually, I never ever got to move. I lived in the same house, and did the same things, day after day, after day. Most of mine, when it wasn't being the "Guardian angel's" of the city, it was repairing stuff. And since cars, like the ones that they have here~guess who knew these inside out...? Me and Alex. We were servents. We did whatever people told us to do. Now, we had freedom. So I could finally not get beaten for my attitude.

The house was soon mostly in boxes, and I hadn't flown for over a week, so my wings wore sore from under-usuage. Yes, it's possible. Alex allready looked like he needed to burn energy, because I have never seen him this hyper. It was almost scarry, as if I just got a new brother...

"Luanna, can you help lift some stuff down from the attic?" Zero's mother called to me, where I sat in Zero's windowsill. He had gone to school, his final weeks. It was almost summer break, whatever that ment. He only had two weeks left in school. When he was there, I usually was found in his windowsill, gazeing out at the world, where I wished that there would be no one after me, and I could stay here, just untill I found somewhere else to live...

...but apperantly there are laws saying if you only have lived forteen years, you can't live alone, and own property untill you are 18...what does that even mean? These 'Laws' I hear about...They are way different then the ones that we know of. Children aren't "Protected" and expected to work. I guess there still is alot to learn...

"Fine, I'm comming" This was the only help I ever did, and I got so much from it, and I did so little...I felt bad. Like I should have done more work. If I did this much work at home...I wouldn't be eating for at least a week.

I jumped off the windowsill, and saw the latter to the attic. Yeah, I could climb up, just I really didn't wanna. "What do ya' need done?"

"Just got some stuff stuck up in the rafters, I was woundering if I could hoist you up, you could grab it?" hoist? I think no. I don't need a boost. I can reach it by myself.

"Comming" I shouted back to Zero's mother, while I climbed up the ladder, loosening my wings a tad.

When I got up to the dusty old attic, filled with boxes, I looked up at the rafters, filled with piles of boxes that looked dusty-er than the attic its self. I then turned to see the broken ladder on the floor. It was old, and beaten up, almost to the point of over-use I was guessing.

"You think if I hoist you up you can reach the boxes?" Zero's mother asked, as she herself was nearly covered in dust and looked like she's been here with the boxes.

"I think so, there's enough room, but I don't need any help, I can do this on my own." I told her, and streched out my wingspand. A glourious 13 feet of feathery fluff. And all mine. I then took a step back, and jumped into the dusty air, flapping short, swift flaps, and grabbing the rafter, that was about a story up, and swinging my self ontop of it, along with the boxes.

Zero's mom gasped in my skill. It was hard, flying in cramped spaces like this, but I have done worse, This was nothing. Just wait untill I get into the open sky, where there is all the room in the world.

"Now, are you going to catch the boxes or not? I asked her, finally getting herself out of the trance she was in.

this was off to a good start, for sure.