I drag my feet. I really don't want to go home tonight. But I have to.
I'm adopted. I lost my real parents when I was 6. Now 10 years later, I live with the Ricks. Mr. Ricks is super nice. The only problem is Mrs. Ricks. She hates me, mostly because of my wings.
Normally, I hide them in tattoo form. But sometimes they slip out. Mrs. Ricks thinks I'm a freak and I'm starting to think she's right.
'No you're not a freak, you're an angel,' I think to myself. I look over at my right hand. 16 lines lay on my tan skin. They're pure white compared to my natural tan. I pull my sleeves over my hands and go inside. All 16 of those lines I got from the crash.
The second I walk inside, an angry breath hits my face. I see Mrs. Ricks glaring at me. She grabs my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin through my shirt.
"Where were you, Bitch?" she shouts.
"I was with a friend," I say, meekly.
"Ha! Freaks like you don't have friends."
"I'M NOT A FREAK!" I yell at her.
"Yes, you are," she says and slaps me.
The force pushes me into the table near me. A vase breaks and the sharp pieces dig into my hands. Blood runs over them in a heart beat.
I race up to my room, clutching my hand. The second I'm inside my room, I look the door. Then I head to window and push it open. There is a tiny ledge under the window and I step out onto it. I pull off my dark blue long-sleeved shirt and throw it inside and close the window, leaving me with my white tank-top on. I pull myself onto the roof.
The wind brushes my bare shoulders. I close my eyes and my wings to spread. They peel off my skin and spread to their full length. The cold fall breeze ruffles their blue-gray feathers. I can't resist the urge to soar in the sky.
In my mind, I picture my skin becoming metal, protecting me from the pain and darkness around me. I feel the cool touch as a second skin of a sort runs over my skin.
I step off the roof, falling only for a second.
I shoot upward into the sky. Up here, I'm free from everything that holds me back in my life. I fly towards my only friend's house, Casey Jones's house.
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The Leader's Blue Eyed Angel
FanfictionJenifer Hale is far from normal. She has wings that become tattoos on her back. Her skin can go metal at will. But she is alone. Sure she has Casey Jones, but she is alone. She has been that way for 10 long years. This angel is as blue as her blue e...
