FLY

Part 4

SASSY'S POV

  I start to walk down the stairs, and end up meeting my mother halfway.
"Morning! Was that you?" She asks. I nod.
"Yeah." I say, making sure to sound like I was still tired.
"You okay?" She asks, turning around and heading back down, me at her heels.
"Yup." I say. I stop at the bottom of the stairs, and wait for her to walk out of view. Then I sprint up the stairs. I close the door behind me and pull the curtains over the windows. I throw off my shirt again and put on a bra, just so I'm not revealing. I then tense my back again, but not as intense as I did before. My wings flutter and my feet are gently lifted off the floor. I lean back and I go backward, and I lean forward and I go forward. I almost run into the mirror, but I lean back again just in time. My wings feel new and fresh. I land again. I eye the window, and put on a tank top. I pull my wings through the wide open back hole in the tank top. When I feel ready, I open the window gently. The neighbors are eating lunch. Yes, lunch. That's how late I slept in. So, taking a deep breath, I leap out the window.