A young, fifteen-year old boy adjusts a camera. He is surrounded by plants, in a light, airy room. Sitting down on the floor, he sighs. Another boy, this one shirtless, walks past the camera. He is wearing dark navy jeans, but his short hair was the same hue. He has a tattoo on his left shoulder of a raven, also in blue. The first boy ruffles his brown, loosely cut hair. "Hi. Um, my name is Connor. I guess that's obvious."
He smacks his forehead. "Let's be blunt. I see wings. You know, the big, feathery things that supposedly they give Harpies in old, morbid fairy tales."
A voice floats in from off the camera. "They get the picture, Connor. Move on."
"God, Jason, let me tell the story. I'm the one with the extraterrestrial vision."
"Then get it over with. it's my story, after all."
Connor clears his throat. "Now that we've got that over, you know my secret. I've never told anyone, but Jason convinced me that I needed to go public. So I made a YouTube vlog. And I guess that I'll be posting these stories on here every week."
He looked over at the kitchen. He started to whisper. "It is technically his story. But I found him. So I have the right to be telling this story.
"I've been able to see wings since I was about eight. It was random, but with my eight-year old imagination, I adjusted. It was actually easy. Now, I spectate everyone, keeping tabs on all the wings I see. I'm an artist. I draw things. Some people might say I'm good at it. I draw every single pair of wings I've seen. I've seen millions of wings--children with the lightest, purest wings. Adults with blue, mockingjay bird wings, strong and outstretched. I've seen people with dragon wings. I've seen people with the most beautiful wings"
"Rude." Jason sat down next to him, his shiny hair reflecting the light. "but refuse to outstretch them, and they keep them folded in on their shoulders. Then I met this guy."
Jason waved, then looked off camera and grabbed something which he threw into his mouth. "Everyone always thought that he was odd, but no one every really knew. I'm the only one who saw it.
"See, Jason has no wings."
Something really random I decided to write and title it the same thing as my older sister did when she wrote something when she was my age. (It was a love story. this isn't. She had just read Twilight, give her a break.) I think I'll continue this, but not quite sure. Let me know what you think! On a lighter note, guess who got her math grades waaaaaaaaaay up?