The Girl with the Wings

    Don’t you wonder what it would be like to fly, to lift from the ground and sore to never known heights. Every time I would see a bird I use to get jealousy of the birds that could flap their wing and take lift off. But not anymore, I can travel with them and feel the winds on my face and hair. But before I get to that part I have to take you back to before I got privilege. It was a simple summer day, hot and muggy “ gross” I muttered to myself as I stepped out of the house. This had to be my least favorite season, I don’t do well in the heat.      Which is kinda ironic cause I was born in Las Vegas, in August, it was the hottest day of the year when I was born. As I stepped out in a simple long sleeve shirt and shorts ( I know a weird combo) I was headed towards my favorite place in the world, the library, so basically my actual home. I heard my Aunt Petunia yell something at me “ be back before you have to make dinner or else.” Aunt P, I really don’t know how to describe her other than cold-hearted b***h. I have to live with her and her husband until I turn 20.      I don’t really remember much about my parents, other than that they died when I was young. So I was stuck with that for as long as I could remember, it wasn’t all bad, I just didn’t belong there and Aunt P made sure that I knew that, she always reminded me. As I walked down the road I was lost in my world, I didn’t realize that I was in the main entrance. The walk wasn’t that long, about 10 minutes or so, so I walked in and sat my stuff down on a table that was surrounded by large shelves filled to the brim with books and comics. I wasn’t really interested in the comics but the old romance books were my favorite.      I would get a book and get so lost in it that it would be hours on end before I realized where I was. So I picked up a few books that looked intriguing and checked them out and left. I didn’t have the luxury of sitting and reading. I had to go home to cook, but I loved cooking and baking so it’s not that bad and plus I’m really good at it. I walked back to the house, made dinner and just went back up to my cave. It’s basically my room but I barely leave it cause why would I, it had everything I needed a bathroom, a bed and books. I didn’t feel like eating so I just made food and know nobody really cares if I do eat or don’t so I left.      I felt really tired so I got the books out laid them on my desk, I went to shower and change into my pajamas, I got out of the shower and walked into the sink and looked up at the mirrors, I had chocolate milk skin, dark curly hair, and very light brown eyes that glowed in the sun. I looked down at my arms and stared at the scars, yes I know what you're thinking “ OMG she cuts”, and short answer yes I do, but why........ is a very long story that I really don’t want to get into.      I got dressed and headed to my bed, but before I laid down I looked at my calendar on my wall and so saw that my 18th birthday is a week after school starts and school starts in two days “ omfg how could I forget” I mentally sighed. This summer has gone by faster than I wanted it to. My senior year of high school whoopie. I hated school, not because of the actual work I had to do but because of the people, I get ignored which by some-people would say “ that’s not as bad as getting bullied” but when your bullied people actually notice you not in a good way but still they notice you. But now I get completely ignored as I see it. It's actually worse but, I really don’t mind it that much cause I’m used to getting ignored most of my life. I went to my queen sized bed and once my head hit the pillow I was out. Thank you so much for reading my first ever story,I really hope you enjoy and please leave comments//