chapter 3
Human again
Sadly, I began long slow decending spirals, taking longer than i had to. I didnt want to join humanity.
I wished i could fly away and hide out in some cave for the rest of my life. i wish. but, society calls. Finally I touched down to a running landing.
I sighed.
My hair and clothes were competely windblown. I trotted inside my house, glanced at the clock and groaned. 5:30 already. Gah. Four hours of homework to do in three and a half hours.
My teachers really were brutal.
Finally, I streatch, yawn, and crawl into bed.
My brain was fried.
Every fact about everything was so crammed in my head, I felt them spilling out of my ears. I turned off the lights, pulled my sleeping mask over my eyes, and snuggled down with my stuffed cat, Lyra.
I let my wings unfold a bit as I relaxed. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Not suprisingly, I dreamed of flying.
When I wake up, its the weekend. Finally. I sleep in until 9am. (thats late for me) Then I read. Watch netflix. Eat ramen noodles. Do chores. Get caught up in tiny parental conspiracy. Go to the library. Call friends. Eat dinner. Read some more. Facebook. Sleep.
I love Saturday.
Sunday goes the exact same way. The only difference was church in the morning. Im not christian, opposed to the heavily cathlic community I live in.
No, after flying, feeling the wind and clouds and air becoming part of me, I am an animist. I belive that everything is alive, has a soul, can be hurt. I could see the earth hurting from up in the air. Crisscrossed witth roads, construction equitment tearing up once beautiful forests.
Stupid freaking humans.
I wake up the the annoying beep of my alarm. Aka, a jackhammer holding a bucket of acid, while jumping up and down on my head. Shows how much i like waking up, huh?
6am. I have been waking up at 6am EVERY SINGLE DAY for the last THREE YEARS. And I am still not used to it. You know in those mattress commercials, where someone would wake up and jump out of bed refreshed and ready to go? All i think is 'I am death.'
Then I stumble to the bathroom, get on the gross-looking school uniform, brush hair, wash face. consider putting on makeup, but decide that you would rather not get blinded today.
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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...
