more one of the winged

I sighed, running my fingers through my tangled hair. Well, for an experiment of these dorks, I'm ok. No one wants to kill me, at least that I know of....
I got dressed as soon as all the weirdos left, taking my time.i put on my white clothes, even adding my paper thin sweater for good measure. It was better than sitting out here in a tank top... I sat on my bed, debating what to do next. It was my birthday, no Idiot could come in and disect me or something. So, what to do? The thought came before I could stop it, ' I could try to use my wings.' What a stupid idea! I mentally kicked myself, regretting it already. I had never really moved my wings in my entire life, never even looked at 'em. I ignored them, hoping maybe if I told myself i didn't have wings- that I wasn't a freak- somehow, it would come true. But no, I still had wings, I was still in this place, and I was still just an experiment.... I really was a freak.

I rolled onto my side, looking at the wall. Why did my life have to be this way? In all the books I had read, the children were happy, free even. None of them were caged up in a cell inside a prison where they performed horrible tests on you....none of them had a life like me. Why did it have to be me, along with countless others? We didn't deserve this life- no one did! It's cruel and heartless.....just wrong! Anger boiled up in me, my face stayed straight though, unchanging. I couldn't let them see anger on my face, they'd have a weird counselor come in and question me. I had it happen before, and I'll tell you that man is no pixie trying to get into my room. Talk about acne.... he had a new degree of acne, I thought the scientists had done something funky to his skin at first, then he told me it was 'natural'- pft, yeah right! Having toad skin is not anything 'natural', though neither is having wings or seeing the future, but that was just me. Oh, yeah, I can see the future. That dream I was having, I don't know when, but I know it'll happen. That's probably why they don't want me outside, for the fear I'll suddenly fly away, out of that 100 volt cage! Yeah, I seriously doubt it.

A loud bang broke my train of thought and I sat up, glancing at the door. It swung open, my dark haired tutor walking in. His glasses were all the way on the edge of his nose, his curly hair unruly still, his lean form towering over me. Yes, this was my tutor, the one who kept me sane all these years. Sad, just sad.  He was guarded by...well, guards- as if i would try to kill the person who kept me going countless years in a row. He was holding a Reader ( an electronic book that can hold 100000 books), he handed it down to me. "I want you to read the whole series in two days, I know you can do it. It's above your level but I think you will find it something to look forward to. Seeming as you and all the characters have a very large connection. Well, I'll be back to check on you in two days, good bye Ms. Christina. "He called me by my full name, leaving the room, the door closed behind him with a bang that shook the walls. I looked at the bright, glowing screen of the Reader. "No way..." I whispered. He wanted me to read Maximum Ride, all of it. In two days.