Pink Is For Happy

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        Hi. My name is Jessica Maguire. I am a book worm. I used to make Wishes all the time. Well, this is about the day that those Wishes started to come true. The day that I met my heroes, and became like them.

        It started out as an ordinary day. I woke up, showered, got dressed, and got on the bus to my school. On the bus, I start reading Maximum Ride. I am right at the part in the third book, Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports, where Max and Nudge pick up the director, Max's ex-mom, and threaten to drop her from really high up if she doesn't tell Max who her parents are.

        I suddenly think it would be great if I were part of the flock, and so I say, "I wish I was a bird-kid, like Maximum Ride and the Flock, and I wish they were real." I have made this wish before, but this time, something felt different. My back was in extreme pain, and I passed out.

        When I came to, I was back at home. I wondered what had happened, and a strange thought came to mind. What if my wish came true, I suddenly thought. So I went in the bathroom (the only room in the house without windows), and remove my shirt. I look at my back and see wings. My wish had come true. I gingerly stretched out my wings, bracing myself for any pain that may come. I had a 13 foot wingspan, and my wings seemed to be changing colors. I quickly put my shirt back on, and went upstairs to my bedroom with a pair of scissors. I got all my shirts and cut slits in them for my wings.  I can just put on a sweater to cover up my wings. I put on a sweater, leave the house, and go to a cliff on my property. Time to learn how to fly. 

I get to the cliff, remove my sweater, and jump. I flap my wings like crazy until I start to soar. I fly so high, I can barely see my house anymore. It is so peaceful. I look up, remembering that my wings change colors, wondering what color they are now. They are a light pink. I suddenly realize that my wings change color with my emotions. Pink is for happy. I fly for hours, just enjoying life, before I suddenly go through a cloud. I look around once I exit the cloud, and I see that I am not alone.  

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This is my first story. Please tell me how I did so far so that I can make this story even better. 

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