chapter 2
Flying lessons
Ten feet of deep glossy black feathers.
I cant help admiring them for a moment, their sleekness, natural beauty. Almost natural beauty. I put hair gel in them once as a joke to myself, but found that it made them thicker and smoother. Easier to fly with. Haha.
I looked around. I loved this meadow because it was long enough to get a running start and landing, secluded enough that no one would see, and with no branches overhead so wouldnt kill myself when taking off.
A dog bark shook me out of my thoughts.
Right. I was flying.
I shook myself again.
Backing up to the edge of the field, I began to run. extending my wings, I began long, powerful downstrokes.
Gaining momentum, I began to rise, the tips of my sneakers brushing the grass. The end of the field was approaching fast, but I gritted my teeth and flapped as hard as I could. I rose quickly, speeding over the edge of the field and over treetops.
instantly, all the cobwebs cluttering my mind cleared.
I felt powerful, like I could fly around the world.
For a moment, the elation got to me, making me forget to flap and dropped several feet.
I blinked hard and focused on why I had flown in the first place. The wind. The cool updrafts and downdrafts of three hundred feet in the air.
I was right; It did feel nice.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed pure feeling for a while. Then reality caught up to me. I had homework to do. Friends to IM. And my parents would be home soon.
Freedom was over.
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spread my wings
FanfictionA girl trying to lead a normal life (as much as she can anyways), realizes that it may not be as easy as it sounds when she is pulled back into the dark places of her past. Forced to escape, she finds that she may not be alone after all. A...
