A Hero? Not a chance. A Villain? More likely, but not true. Maybe I should start from the beginning, the very beginning.
"Gabriel Andrew Collins! You get down here this instant!" I was flying at the time. Yes, flying. I have the ability to fly thanks to my wings. That's right take it in. It's awesome I know. My wingspan is 12ft in length. I'd say that's impressive. Even though I'm the only one I know who has wings. I flew down and landed. "Hey what's up, Mom?" She was tapping her foot, as loud as you can tap your foot on grass. I sighed and said, "I know, I know. 'You're not supposed to fly unless it's a mile away from the manor and not before dark.' I mean, Come on. It's, like, sundown. It's not like anyone can see me." She said nothing. She just pointed at the open window that lead into my room. "Right" I muttered. I flew up to the window. She hated it when I did that. My parents are rich, and ashamed............of me. They wanted a normal child. Someone that won't fly. I wasn't always like this. I was twelve when these wings first showed. I wasn't feeling to good one day, so I stayed home from school. And when the parents were away, I took a nap. I remember being in pain for an hour or two, then BAM! I got big fluffy white wings. I kept it a secret for two years. Even from the kids at school. But one day there was an accident at one of dad's office buildings. I was there to actually tell him the truth. There was a fire. I saved some trapped people and some people saw my wings. I was using a bandanna to cover up half of my face at the time. I told my dad and he payed everybody to keep quiet. It was a big check. He owns a medical research business, one of the best in the world. It's called Angel Co. Actually founded by Andrea Angela Draken, and my father gained controlled of it eventually. Anyway my point is my family is rich and they hate me. And I hate them. As soon as I get the chance I'm going to get outta here and live my own life. They aren't going to give me any money, so I'll get a job this summer. Or, at least, that was the master plan, before my nightmare began.
The next morning I got up for school. I always get up early, even on Monday. Before you make a bad joke about early birds. I got ready for school and before I left I stopped in front of the mirror beside the door. Long Blond hair, Blue eyes. Yep still lookin gorgeous. Today was a normal Thursday: Failing Spanish. Struggling through Math. Being the favorite student in World Geography I. Hangin with my fellow Sophomores. It was that night when things went wrong. I was in my room, playing my Xbox 360, when I got a text that asked if I forgot the concert tonight. Which I did. I texted I would meet them there. Dear old dad was halfway around the world, not that he'd take me. He'd make some excuse about some safety hazard crap. I shut the system off, took a deep breath, and went down to face my mother.
"Can't one of your friends take you?" she asked in disgust. She is just all around ridiculous. "Well, by the time my friends turn around, pick me up, and go back to the concert, we would've missed the whole thing. Plus 'I'm not aloud to fly before dark'." I mocked. She grumbled something and said, "Fine." She got up took a whole ten to fifteen minutes to get ready, get in the Porsche, and drive off. I stared out the window and said nothing as usual. My mom gave a big sigh and said, "Look, I know we've been a bit..........distant, " Oh boy, here come the 'Better Family Life' quotes. "But I think we can still do some family bonding. Despite your little........flaw." That's when I lost it. "My flaw? You mean my WINGS?! You may be too ignorant to notice but I am Proud of who I am! The ONLY reason I haven't Rebelled against your 'No Flying Rules' was because I thought if I gave you AND dad enough time you would except me for who I am. You were all fine with me before you knew. Next time I'll know better." She was on the verge of tears, lip quivering and all. She never was a strong lady. I continued to do my business of staring out the window. The last thing I remember was a pair of two bright, high-beam lights coming right towards me.
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