My dream comes true

I watched for several minutes, gaining info on the security guards. They never even looked in my direction, stupid of them- really. I concluded that they came every two and a half minutes. That should  be enough time for me to take off. I stood up, making sure the garbage was steady. I pulled out my wings, cringing. They had been beaten on the way down the shoot, and were covered in garbage even though they hadn't been exposed to the onslaught. I looked at the ground, then the moon. I prepared my wings, hardening them, then I leaped over the edge of the dumpster. I flapped desperately as the ground rushed up to greet me. I pushed down hard, flexing my wing muscles to the max. My back flexed with my wings, angling upward. I sailed up, the wind catching my at just the right moment. My sneakered foot just barely touched the pavement before I soared up. Before I knew it, I started to fall again. I performed the same movements again, breathing hard. I went up another ten or so feet. I did this again and again until I was above the prison, watching the air ahead and trying to keep aloft. I didn't look down, I already knew it would be too much. I hated heights and if I was to freeze up now.... well, that would not be good.

I kept going like that for sometime, the sky got lighter. Turning purple, then pink right before my eyes. The Texas desert and huge landforms lay below me. It was freezing, I didn't have my coat, not that it could compare to this weather. The cold was even worse than at the prison, seeping into my body and making me want to drop into the hard packed dirt. I kept going though, after what I had lived through, it would be stupid to die of falling. I shivered uncontrollably, my teeth almost seeming to break I was chattering so hard.

The sun rose over the edge of the nothingness, warming my feathers and face. Oh no, I thought as my wings started to increasingly  get more and more exhausted every second. Then my wings started to slow, then stop altogether as I started to heat up. I fell toward the ground like a rock. I screamed, everything below me was a blur. I was in a very dangerous area, with many trees and large spiky rocks just eagerly waiting to impale me. I screamed, hysteria kicking in as I found out I couldn't move my wings at all.


 
Then I saw it, A white figure amongst the red, green and orange blur that was the ground. It was going even faster than me, but upward, toward me. It unfurled below me and I collided with it and felt a warm set of fingers wrap around my arm and feathery wings pump powerfully. But it was no use, now both the figure and I were falling together. Then another figure, a light brown feathery mass, grabbed my other arm. With many down strokes, the two winged people were carrying me into the sky. I looked to the east at what I call a prison and thought , I'm free.

My dream, I thought, it came true. Now i was away from all the Idiots, my parents, everything!

"Jim!" The white figure yelled, it was a girl. She had a light voice but was very sarcastic, I could tell. "I Won't be able to hold her much longer- what do you see in her anyway?" I assumed the 'her' was me, since it would be a little weird if she were randomly talking about someone else.

"Hold in there- and what I see in her, I'll tell you later." Came Jim's calm voice as they started to bring us all down ward. We were heading straight for the cliff face. It was a orange and dark crimson and if I wasn't scared out of my mind, it might have actually been pretty. I screamed, feeling something tug at my hair and then let go abruptly. I screamed this time as we neared the edge of the rock, then suddenly they ducked below, their wings just barely touching the cave roof. I stumbled as they let go, nearly tripping over my untied shoe lases. I steadied myself against the wall, looking around and breathing heavily. There were a few other kids in here. There was a little girl with wavy light brown hair who tucked something quickly behind her back. She looked a little secretive, like a toddler who had eaten the pudding but said they didn't. There was a boy about my age who was wrinkling his nose. No wonder, I smelled like garbage. He had light blond hair, fair, pale, skin. He had a little bit of freckles around his eyes and dotted onto his cheeks. There was also a older teenage boy who was leaning casually against the wall. He had dark skin, dark hair and brown eyes. He was grinning crookedly, with stunning white teeth. The teenagers who had brought me here were looking at me critically. Jim had dark blond hair with golden, shining eyes. He had his light brown wings cautiously displayed. The girl beside him also had her bright white wings out. She had tight curls arranged around her face. Her eyes were a chocolate brown and were almost seeming to look through me.

"A-ah!" I stammered, my wings were starting to work again and they were spasming behind me. I was trembling, I tasted blood in my mouth from biting it and I was covered in garbage. I probably looked horrible, like I fell from the sky and came from a floating garbage disposal.

"What's behind your back?" Jim asked quietly but in a leader voice. I closed my eyes, turning around. "Oh, sh-" I heard a deep voice about to curse but  Jim cut in. "What....did you do to them?" I turned around, swallowing and clearing my throat.


"I-I flew here. I e-escaped the- the prison. Yes, the..... I escaped the prison. My dream came true......" Then it finally dawned on me. I had escaped the most horrid place I had ever been without dying or getting caught. I had flown all the way here. I could fly. I COULD FLY!!!! "Oh my gosh...." I stammered, running a hand through my messy hair and looking at my wings that had stopped spasming, filled with a new energy. "I can fly- can you believe it- I can fly!!!!" I put a hand to my forehead, smiling.

I could fly. I had escaped the Idiots. I was here with other bird kids. I was free!!!