I didn't know what to do, but I knew that there was going to be a fight tomorrow morning. I went ahead and made myself a sandwich for dinner and went to sleep. I had a dream:
I was woken up by my mother. She smiled and said, "Morning honey. How's my little angel?" She had no idea how ironic it was. She called blond haired, blue eyed children angels because that what she was reminded of when she saw them. So, she called me her personal little angel. She also had no idea how appropriate that was.
I covered my head back in sheets. "Mom. Its a Saturday. Why?" She said, "Well, your father and I are going out. You think you could behave long enough to let us be gone a few of hours?" I let the sheets fall, and I sat straight up in my bed. "Your letting me stay here? All by myself?"
She gave me an evil look, "If you even think about having one of your little friends, or girlfriends, over here, you will have the tale beating of a life time. I don't care how old you are. Understand?" I nodded, ecstatic that I got to actually spend a Saturday to myself, and I didn't even have to get sick!
I did what every other thirteen (almost fourteen) year old would do. After they both left, I took off my shirt and let my wings stretch out far and wide. I decided to measure them both, using a yard stick. I measured they are about, um, eleven feet? Sweet!
I flopped on the couch and continued to watch Saturday morning cartoons, wings fully extended on the couch. Yep, living the dream. I flipped through the channels. The TV seemed to follow what I've been trying to avoid. Wings.
Cartoons, sitcoms, reality TV, sheesh even the commercials had something to do with a character flying, or some mutant or angel that joined the drama or action. I turned off the TV and looked up at the ceiling, as if I was looking at the big guy upstairs. "Okay. Okay! I'll go and tell him alright?" Truth be told, I was avoiding the subject for as long as I could, but at the same time its been eating away at me.
Ever since my wings, well, kinda popped out of me, I've been meaning to tell him. Both of them, Mom and Dad. I mean, they have to be some kind of understanding, right? That's what they're supposed to do, understand problems. Hey, maybe he has wings too and he's been hiding them all this time.
Yeah right.
Anyway, I got up and got a shirt that I've been hiding for a special occasion. I sliced a couple of holes in it, big enough for my wings. It was a nice spring-ish day, so I ended up deciding to fly to my Dad's main office building.
When I got to the area I landed in an alley way and tucked my wings in tight, pulling my light jacket over them. I walked the rest of the way to the building. I walked by a lot of friends in the building. "Hello Mrs. Jackson, is that a new haircut?" "Hey Phil. How's Jimmy?" "Whassup Ted? Don't worry about that driver's retake, man. You'll do fine."
Needless to say, I was a people person. I finally made my way to the top floor, my dad's office. The floor had two rooms on it. OK, five. Two of them were public bathrooms, one was a personal bathroom next to Dad's office, and one was a lobby with the personal secretary's desk. The enormous lobby's purpose was that it was designed to be so big, that it acted as a vacuum, sucking the air out of your lungs. I walked across the field of lobby to the secretary's desk.
She smiled at me. "Hey there Gabe. How was that math test? You study like we agreed?" I smiled. That test was last week, and I was a little surprised that she remembered. "Hey Jane. Yeah, passed it with flying colors." Jane had blond hair and green eyes, and always dressed nicely, whether she was at her job or not. She always acted like a secondary mother, and I considered her one of my closest friends.
I bit my lip and got right to business. "Jane. D'you know if Dad is busy right now? I really need to talk with him." She looked thoughtful. "Hmmm. No, I don't think so honey. He even said that if he gets done with this little bit of paper-work, he'll be going home early." She smiled as she said it. I said, "So that's a green light to go in?" She nodded.
I took a deep breath and walked through the ridiculously huge doors that made me feel like a mortal stepping into Zeus' work station on Mt. Olympus.
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