Fly Free

Chapter 1 Iris

Angels are not always God's messengers. Take my sister and I for example. We have never picked up a Bible in our life. It's not like we don't know who God is. It's just we don't really care.

"Iris, Iris honey. Come on babe. You're going to be late for school." My mother is at the foot of my bed trying to take the covers off. Her black short hair falls into her face and she makes my bed.

"Okay, okay, I will get up." I say as I begin to yawn. I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I look at myself in the mirror. My dirty blonde hair flows onto my flat-chest. My highlights shimmer in the sunlight. My dark blue eyes have tiny sparkles that go perfectly with my hair.

"Bye mom. I'm off to bookclub." Says my older sister Zuriel as she gets on her sweatshirt.

"Bye honey. Oh Zuri, try to make some friends today." My mom says and she rushes out of my room to talk to my sister. Finally I'm alone.

When I was younger, I always thought that Zuri would become big and strong, but I soon passed her and many things. I became the tallest and strongest. Although in school, I could never dream of becoming as smart as she is. We do have two things in common. We both have flat-chests and we both love to fly.

Once I hear my mom downstairs I open my window and stand on the edge of the windowsill. It may look like suicide from where other people are, but to my family it's an opportunity.

I hear my mom and Zuri coming upstairs. I quickly unzip the back of my onesie pajama a bit and jump. With in 10 feet my beautiful light-grey wings unfold out of my back and carry me across the street to the top of the bank. I see my mom in Zuri look out the window and start screaming at me to come inside immediately, but they don't understand what it feels like to be free.