Soaring (Soaring Saga #1)

☆Chapter One~I'm Visited By Mr. Mystery☆

      Hello? You readin'? Okay, good. You might not understand now, but please understand eventually: you should keep reading. You might be like me. You could understand what's happening, and this might help. However, if you choose to, there's no turning back. Once you know the truth, you know and can't forget. People just wipe all of this out of history, because we made them forget. Anyhow, his is a telling of a tale of mine, and it is a great adventure, let me tell you that much. Sometimes I wonder how it all even happened. So here is how it started, at least. Trust me, you'll want to know.

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    My name is Cirocco Arellano. I'm a Norwegian, sixteen-year-old girl who is, well, unique. I call it "part Avian". And that just means I have bird wings. Yeah. You read that right. Wings. On my back. And yes, I can fly. 

     They are pretty big, and are soft, feathery, and have the colouring and pattern of a Barn Owl's (if you don't know raptors like I do, that is just dark gold with smudges of brown, and white on the underside), and amazing, enhanced senses came with them. But for some weird reason, the wings are shrinkable, so I can go to school and be in public and whatnot. So you'll always see me with loose clothes and hoodies, and never find me with tank tops on something tight, for hiding-the-shrunken-wings purposes. 

     And I also for some reason I hear voices and or see shapes sometimes. No, don't say or think it's just my extravagant senses, but it's, like, spirits whispering or walking around. No joke. I've seen silvery shapes and heard whispy voices. They always have big wings too, and they were the ones who called me part Avian. I thought it must be the real name, and I just took it.

     I've never known my parents, but I was born and raised in Canada have been in foster homes since baby ages, from one town to the next, hiding my wings from everyone. I have a few friends, not many, from a few different schools and towns. Sometimes I wonder if my parents were like me...

     Anyhow, now you got the gist of it, so back to the present:

     I was walking to Kalokis Upper Secondary School in Woodleif, Norway. I lived moderately close to it, so most days I walked. It was spitting rain outside,  so I had the hood of my scarlet jacket on. I loved the thing, it was soft, with black fluff around the hood and wrists, and had gold stars dotted on it. 

     As I walked past a puddle in the sidewalk, I saw my reflection. Light brown skin, dark brown hair bobbing around the length of my neck, and greenish -gold eyes. I smiled. I'd recently gotten rid of my retainer, and I couldn't help but smile at my actually-alright-looking teeth.

     A few minutes later, I got to school. My friend Neil Everton was waiting for me. 

"Hey Neil-eil," I said. I call him that sometimes. His warm brown eyes turned to me, and his very short dirty blonde hair blew around a bit as the wind whistled by. 

"Hey Rocko," He said. His nickname for me. He's smart enough, very protective and nice, funny, and is like, a head taller than me. No, we're not close enough that I told him I have wings, I haven't even told my foster parents. Any of them. One saw mine once, and I ran away. Anyway, I was still a few months new-- I got here in August and it's barely November-- so he is my closest friend so far. 

     We got into our eleventh-grade class, and I sat down. One side, a boy named Lennox Whillis, dark hair and glasses, kind of cold and sarcastic most times, and other side, the new girl Audra Brookes, long, strawberry blonde hair, and a pretty shy girl.

     Lennox is fine, we've worked together before, but Audra is the one I question. Audra is two days new. She is very introverted, and looks up at the sky. Alot. She also seems to whisper to what seems like herself, but sometimes I do to the Avian spirits. The first time I thought she might too... but that's ridiculous...isn't it?