Hey all. I found the first half of this story in my computer file. I wrote it a long time ago and decided to make some adjustments today. Tell me what you think. (P.S. It needs a few adjustments obviously, but I was too lazy to make most of them. Point out what you can).
Lucy Warrow bolted upright out of her bed with a loud gasp. Cold sweat covered her body, and she breathed heavily with terror. Her eyes darted around the room as if expecting someone to jump out at her. No one was there.
A sudden relief swept over her and she lay back down. She’d had another dream, and once again could not recall what it was about or why she’d been so frightened. These dreams had been going on for months and each night she’d wake up petrified with fear.
Lucy glanced at her alarm clock. It was five thirty in the morning. She didn’t have to wake up for a whole other hour. Grimly she turned over in her bed but she knew she would not be able to fall asleep again. She turned over on her stomach and laid her chin on her hands. She reached back and pulled off her blankets and gave her pearly white wings a stretch. They fluttered up and down gracefully. Then she stretched them as far as they would go, being careful not to hit the ceiling. Gently she returned them to her back, the sunlight giving them a dreamy glow as they glided downward. She turned over on her other side. Phoebe, Lucy’s sister, was gazing at her with her dark blue eyes.
“How long’ve you been up?” asked Lucy.
“A long time. Did you have another dream?” Phoebe asked sitting up slightly on her arm.
“Yes,” Lucy replied with a sigh. “They’re getting worse, but it’s probably just because of school starting and all.”
Phoebe nodded slightly and rested her head in one hand. She gave a faint smile and asked, “Are you ready for you’re first day of school?”
Lucy gave a reluctant grunt. “I don’t want to go.”
“I know you don’t.” Phoebe’s smile disappeared. “I didn’t either. It’s hard to be accepted into a society that’s so different from how we are.”
Phoebe’s eyes glistened in the darkness as she gazed intently at Lucy. A strange pressure formed between Lucy’s eyes. A quick surge of energy flew between the two girls minds. Lucy’s heart was suddenly strengthened and her mind became clearer. But it wasn’t right. She flew a hand over her eyes.
“Stop it Phoebe!” She said in a harsh whisper. Instantly she felt Phoebe withdraw from sharing her mind. Lucy looked over at Phoebe just in time to see her leaning back in her bed with a small smile on her face.
“You’re worried about your wings aren’t you,” Phoebe said staring at the ceiling.
“Well, you would know wouldn’t you?” Lucy said irritably. Phoebe had just stolen a moment in Lucy’s mind, shared her feelings, and given her extra power. It was what Lucy hated most about her older sister. She couldn’t blame her for caring, but a part of Lucy always thought that when she stole moments in others minds that she had some darker reason behind it all, which was mostly untrue.
“Yes I would.” Phoebe smiled her rare toothy smile that she reserved for her mischievous moments. Suddenly it disappeared and she looked down. “Look Lucy, I know you know the drill. But I just want to remind you that no matter what those creeps say about you, you mustn’t reveal your wings.”
Lucy rolled her eyes indicating her boredom and obvious dislike in being told what to do by an older sibling. Phoebe sighed and checked the clock. She made her bed, opened the window, and climbed out to do her mind exercises.
Without looking at the clock, Lucy knew it was 6:00. Every morning at 6:00 Phoebe would climb out onto the roof and use her mind skills to stretch her muscles. She would bend her body in almost impossible ways that could not have been done with just physical strength alone. It was extraordinary to watch, and sometimes, when Lucy actually woke up, she’d sit come out and watch her sister gracefully fold herself literally in half.
But this morning Lucy decided against it. Still a bit irritated at the dip Phoebe had taken in her mind, she decided to get ready for school. She grabbed her towel and headed for the shower.
She turned on the faucet and twisted it to a warm temperature. She stripped down and walked in the shower. The warm water pounded against her back warming her cold hands and feet. She turned around slowly, letting her wings skim the cool tile walls; she closed her eyes and let the water flow down her shoulders and face. She poured a glob of shampoo into her hand. It smelled like lavender and reminded her she had allergies. She opened her eyes, the sudden thought of allergies awakening her to the thought of school. Grimly she began to wash her bright red hair a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. School started in two hours.
. As for the interest of the story, it's not extremely interesting yet, but it's something I would definitely continue reading. I hope you do keep writing this. Good luck!
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